Standing in front of the Mirror
Looking into lost hazel eyes
nothing is there (not to my surprise)
Small hands and small feet,
too big a heart for this body.
Can't tell if it's happiness or emptiness
in my crooked smile
that old and current lovers love so much
just staring at the girl in the mirror
Nobody can really see.
When you stop looking you will then find just who you are. Well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Can't tell if it's happiness or emptiness in my crooked smile that old and current lovers love so much' Well said!