I like you. But you don’t like me.
I love you. You don’t you puke
The way I smell and touch you
You shiver you have goose skin
All around you I fear it somehow
That I may lose you forever
But I know what to do
When you are the wind I become like the wind too
When you become fire I become fire too
When you turn left I do the same
I mirror you I do what your hands do
I become invisible so unlike myself
The one that loves you
One day, I hope, you will love me.
You can’t, one day I am gone.
I am happy. You are happier.
I am gone. You’re sad. There is
No mirror now.
No wind. No fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awww you seem to be blowing hot and cold here Ric! Try faning the embers, I feel you will find your spark again. Nice expression....hated the 'puke' word though! lol Indecision makes us feel like this. stummack churning stuff of poets Smiling at you Tai