Heart beating fast
Mind empty and numb
Stomach full of butterflies
Mouth full of white lies
'He's perfect, ' she says
'I'm fine, ' she says
She smiles when he looks her way
She dies when he looks away
'Poor girl, ' they say
'What misfortune, ' they say
He's so distant
She's so persistent
She is so in love
But she is just as depressed
He is so secluded
And just as depressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Depression often suspends love and if it exists in both it must be very painful. A very good poem.