When I think about you, my heart just breaks.
Or atleast I think it does, my heart just aches.
When I see how happy you are, I must admit.
I ask myself, will I find happiness?
When I talk about you, my words are lies.
My tone of voice like stone, like ice.
When I dream about you, I do not wake.
For in my dreams, things have changed.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem