I heard of love being cool
But once in it I felt hot
It’s like having the sun on the open sky blue
Where rain wishes to fell but does not
My teacher once told me in class
That the opposite of love is hate
So I hate and I’m embarrassed and cold like glass
That I freeze whenever I meet any mate
Now no way to get back to the middle
For everyone is my enemy
Even if I can shine like a brand new needle
Nobody wants to be a friend to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem