we communicate through poems,
sometimes in letters.
most the time through message
although never through talking.
every indepth, meaningful conversation
is covered by a blanket of emotionless words
we have no first reactions
just a short message
never a meaningful stare
just blank emotions.
i dont know how you feel
although you always tell me
i dont know what your thinking
even though you always tell me
you dont know what i'm thinking
i cant express through words
you get angry, frustrated and cant let go.
why cant i tell you
why can i only show
why is it that whenever we get close
we always fall apart?
you mean so much to me
how will this end?
bad? ? or good? ?
or outright sad?
maybe i shouldnt think about this,
maybe we should talk
in person, together
not in cyber.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can really relate to this one.. not sure why tho look foward to more