Want to talk, but
having to watch from a far
for no we musn't exist,
our love has a bar.
We walk past in corridors.
She is nobody special.
In reality to my existance;
She is Crucial.
We will have to wait a while
with the clock ticking
and in all that lonely time
my heart will be breaking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well, i am the writer of this poem, as the name shows. is it weird to comment on my own poem? i don't care. just dropping the news that this poem has won a local competition and is being published, which is pretty cool.