Who knew a silhouette could hurt
A simple shadow of a couple
One plus one equals pain
Bright eyes and a smile
Push away the hurt
Until the silhouette comes back
Haunting my conscious and unconscious
He’s happy
That makes it all okay
Just until the frown comes into play
I want to take it all away
Make it all perfect
Whether I’m one or three
Whether the equation
Equals pain or happiness for me
Three, three, three
I’m number three.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this one too.Well written in pain not pen. Kev x