Makes me smile than makes me tear makes my dreams turn to nightmares,
puts my hopes up, than smashes them down. Makes me laugh to make me frown,
I take a peek at that thinking space were i left everything behind to talk babe.
Now look at my second face since now i have two, talking to my friends while thinking of you.
I turn around to look in the mirror but why even bother if all i see is a weirdo,
my life reflects those wonderful memories that turned our love into deadly enemies.
I talked so sweetly but now i have no taste, i have no reason to smile when you're so close but so far away.
I dreamed about you now i call it addiction, i held you so tight and now i have you in pictures
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice poem with a good flow, Joan Mateo. But I would also do a grammar check, I would start the sentence with a capital letter, to show where a statement starts and where it ends. I would also put comas, in order to emphasize certain ideas, etc. A good poem, just needs a little bit of corrections to improve it. Keep up the good work. And I kindly invite you to read my poems as well :)) ~Besa