I have a good friend,
We are so close the same
I call her my other half.
When she is gone
Something seems wrong
And I feel like part of me
Is not there.
I don't know how to walk with one leg
Or eat with half a mouth.
I can't kiss with one lip
And I can't think with half my brain
And I don't know how to love
With only half a heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem