It’s new to me
I’ve been looking for someone, a friend, who can come
Through to me
I’ve been moping around moodily
Saying that “they come and they go”
But that’s just crudely
Saying that I have no fun all alone
If I go home
All by myself
I think that condones
An act on itself
It’s as if I were in a play and the facts aren’t matters of Self,
To the forlorn
Or the heart-torn lonely souls that go onward in morn
It’s foreign for me to plea for them
Oh, to have their company again
A companionship ambient
To brighten me again
Because I’m in the dream again
Fleeing from my reason, “man,
Why can’t I write verbally again? ”
I used to freestyle
But now I’m bedraggled by what’s essentially at hand:
I need an easing of my mind from a friend
With whom I shall spend all of my time to lend
It doesn’t matter that this day is going to be special
Because I have no receptacle
For love
In this tin heart that’s made of metal
Have a happy Valentine’s Day, spending it with your lovers
While I’ll just slip away, to look for the half that is “my other”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem