You ask the truth, 'And how are you? '
you feel my heart, why need you ask?
I tell you what
you tell me nothing
why the silence, my dark friend?
In my pocket, my prince charming
you've never said a word
How are you feeling?
Are you breathing?
Why do you come with me everywhere?
If I mean nothing
then just a pocket
to keep you warm in the dark.
My dark friend, why won't you answer.
are you broken, are you dead?
Have I hurt you, my tiny heart,
Toad of my Pocket?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem