was it the truth
when we sang our song
and joined arms
around the campfire
and afterwards was it real
when we set the tent up
and then made our way in
you and i, alone
did we really feel
the intense heat
did you really do
those things to me
had morning come the next day
or was it a foolish dream
that everyone had
and never woke from
if it were, then
should we just sing the song again
and once more, set up the tents
and forever live the lie
or should we stop speaking to one another
and go our seperate ways
should we put to death those days
when we lived it like it were true
Wow. Very intense, whether or not this is fiction, it is truly beautiful. What an expression, I really like this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem... well written!