Seeing all the broken faces.
Tears appearing and people are falling apart.
Smiles fading and laughs are being torn.
Love told me once that you cannot always believe in what you hear.
They say all those people stuck on the streets get lost in such lies.
Getting stuck in a romance that is not forgiven by the higher being.
Stealing the shaded hearts of the weak and innocent.
Tackle yourself into a crowded darkness,
Filled with lovely whispers of dead silence.
Bleeding into a pale white room,
Seeking distance between the outcasts and the known kinds.
Washing out all the dusty sights shattering through your mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem