We’re a success
From being failures
Effortless are the gestures
That were meant to be there
Funny are the lines that we say
Bruise do the ones we ignore
I resolve to sleep to escape you
But only to dream of nightmares
That were of us being happier
Than this reality we touch and drink
With our own, trying hands and lips
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem