I stare at you through blue glass,
Then I sit back to take a swig;
So sweet on my lips as I lick that last taste.
I try to see through the mirror
Into your soul
Something sharp stabs my
Chest each time I go to far.
Speaking to me through flame,
It's all grand what you say
The words make me feel whole;
Like I am a queen today.
To only then turn around and say things
After you loved me forever
I cry out inside
But once again you are forgiven.
Then your touching on my arm;
I am flying oh so high!
Never shall I come down,
Or should I?
Take away what was given
After leaving after that passionate moment.
Then your climbing, climbing
Right back up my arm.
Should I let you in, or
Be as cold as ice?
Like your heart feels
While I touch it?
The clouds above us are
Swaying this way and that.
Is the purple color talking to us;
Is the wind screaming its All wrong?
I push away, escape, but want you here;
More often than you see.
Do you see it all, do you taste it as I do.
Swaying back and forth
holding my head in my hands.
Am I thinking of you,
Am I trying to banish those memories?
One day I will taste sweeter than yours,
Or will it be you in desquise?
One day I'll wake up from this dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem