She speaks to me inside my mind
every night and every day
when ever I'm not too busy
but then again I am never too busy to listen to her
She always wants to know what I have done
without being too nosy
she always tells me what's been going on
and I know that she isn't lying
All the time she is with me
in my thoughts and in my dreams
she never strays too far from my mind
it's like she is attached to me
She never wants any presents from me
and I need none from her
all she tries to do is make me happy
and that is good enough for me
She never seems too offend me
and I can't seem to offend her
she always tries to make me smile
because she says that I don't smile enough
that I take stuff too seriously
Despite all that she does
I am still unhappy
I can never see her
nor can I be with her
because she only exists in my head
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem