Let's play a game.
Let's play pretend.
Let's say our lives,
our love, will never end.
The smiles are real:
there are no tears.
Death, is not something I fear.
There's still so much I hold dear.
I don't care,
I don't care,
I don't care;
that's a line we can share.
It doesn't hurt.
I'm ok.
Eventualy it goes away.
You won't remember one day.
I won't break
or hide away.
My heart is strong.
I've done no wrongs.
I don't need your strengh to carry on.
There are ones that you can't tell.
There are many you won't tell.
There are few, and far between;
The best ones I keep for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the ones, the many, and the few are LIES? it took me a while to catch your drift. yes, i suppose pretending and lying could go hand in hand. very well written, but i almost wasn't alert enough to appreciate it fully. the best ones you keep for you! yeah, i keep a few for me as well. a great poem! ! ! to MyPoemLIst it goes. when i first read this line: There are few, and far between ............i thought you may have meant to write These are few...., but i agree that There fits well also. it just gives a little difference to how few is used. The smiles are real: .....i would probably use a semicolon rather than a colon, but, especially since this is poetry, the colon is allowed. :) :) the rhyming and use of punctuation is terrific. and i like that you felt free to vary the number of lines in the stanzas. I appreciate all of that. thanks for sharing. :) bri p.s. my favorite stanza (i liked them all, which i very often can't say about a poem) : I don't care, I don't care, I don't care; that's a line we can share.