you smile at me brightly but its seems dark and mysterious.
you look at me intensely but it seems empty and sorrowful.
you walk by me and it seems as cold as ice but it feels like fire.
they way you talk to me seems natural but in the end only seems incomplete
the way you tell me jokes are funny but inside my soul is dying.
the way you talk to me alone seems like a fantasy but its really an empty dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem