he always pops up in my dream,
the boy i have never heard of or seen,
what is he doing here?
is he lonely?
does he need my help?
he seems a little misunderstood
i would help him if i could,
but everytime i ask
why are you here?
who are you?
why are you in my dream?
i wake up and he is gone,
untill i fall asleep again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, jasmin. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks