My emotions are more real.
They are either fake or anyone else.
Because I am only writing,
no matter what's on my mind,
making him sound like art.
But the real art is way behind.
I sigh.
hoping that that one day,20 years from now,
this will mean something.
Maybe this is the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh it says I need to write about 20 characters in comments... jee whiz quit starring at me! also something random hey! :)