When it gets dark and the lights start to fade
You lock the doors and we hide in the shade
The smoke of your cigarettes is filling the room
My paradise is hell and your heaven is doom
Afraid of the height we get on this flight
Scared of the monsters we go out in the night
Joyfully facing the heartache and pain
Hoping that the pilot won't crash the plane
Devastation and love are so close together
Better laugh 'cause crying won't make it better
Dry your tears, baby, for as long as you
Can die with your soulmate everything's good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is much poetry in what is unsaid in this piece. You have much talent with imagery and the management of the reader's attention. A humble suggestion to consider as you continue to write, you are so good with drawing your reader into your vision, you should practice some pieces without the constraint of rhyme or meter (perhaps you have, and I am being presumptuous- I will continue reading your work and discover my error if so) . I would love to see what you do with that. Bravo!
Thank you so much for your words :) Oh yes I've tried to change my habit of rhyming a little recently and will I'll continue doing this :)