You know, I may be smiling
However,
I know you're drowning
In the flood of
surreal materialism.
You seem so stoic,
for being taken up,
so quick
But I can't live with myself
if you don't come back.
So please,
I beg you,
take my hand,
my friend,
and let us remain the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sounds like it could be a song. Simple, yet sweet. You have a real knack for writing.