Tin foil flowers and plastic hearts
The things about us
That set us apart
I remember everything
Fireflies and a blue sunset
The same shade, same hue
As his orange regret
And I forgot how to sing
Rap songs and an old melody
Echo in the streets
They set him free
I can feel the vibrations
Of a friend and a kindred soul
A sad reunion
An unachieved goal
I spread my white valiant wings
Across gold leaves and butterflies
He never felt love
Or heard lullabies
Of tin foil flowers and plastic hearts
Flecks of memories
That light up his heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand the Title Fake for what he has in his heart is not real flowers or real butterflies but fakes one fake like everything around him I like it i could picture the surrounding and what he is going thru keep them up i like them