I stare at her photograph trying to arouse emotion...
Nothing.
But your picture, in my head, takes me everywhere.
Still bothers the beating of my heart
and brings me so much pain and longings.
She looks at me,
I never had a way of guessing what's in her mind.
And I wonder if there's any sense in all her non-sensicals.
You're like a mechanical doll.
Who would think that there's something behind your pretty face?
But there's something... so deep, my wits go in your presence.
When she doesn't know what she wants,
and I feel like there's nothing I can do to make her feel better,
I know that I'm in a vulnerable position.
Replaceable.
But you,
you never hinted disinterest.
Every word you say is a hard blow on my pride.
She would always keep me awake.
And you would always keep me dreaming.
I can relate. A vision of what you want and the difference of what you have. Is it really fair to compare the two?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life's not fair. If it was, I wouldn't have had anything to compare...