Had you been real
We could be gone
Away from here
And make things right
But how do you go
To place without a name
A mile-less journey
A friend with a book face
A facebook friend
A halo of a tin saint
Or cupid arrow
Bleeding with disdain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful social relevant poem about of the friends we gains in face book. Making it real friends is always imagining.