The naked eye can deceive
And things are not so clear.
It’s what they want you to believe
That makes them insincere
Hope can breathe on the illusion
When infatuation is the game.
Lies and twisted by delusion.
Your messages seem the same.
Emotions can damage your health
And bring you to conceive.
The hand you thought you dealt
Is not the one that you receive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem