I've been,
gone away.
All while I,
sit & think.
I know your cold,
but with me your sure to freeze.
'Whose your real father? '
'Is he making you bleed? '
'I know your love,
has faded away.'
'But with me,
you'll never be the same.'
We've gained,
something more.
In lost responses,
I love you still.
The unknown knows me still,
he sits & mocks my every last move.
'Is he still there? '
'Not caring for you? '
'Has he gone? Into the blue.'
He's far above,
& i'm way down here.
Still I care,
& still I ponder.
What it'd be like,
if he wasn't beyond the horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem