I am not blind, but I don't choose to see
The staring eyes and bewildered faces
When they find out what is me.
Admiration lies faultily in the eyes of the beholder
Seeing what they want and discarding the rest
All aiming to be the better man or maybe the crying shoulder
Not the friend, the one that's held dearest
With no fake promises or whispers
The one whose words ring clearest.
They are not you and no one ever will be
My most precious possesion, my closest friend
Hear you me
I love you until the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superb write! ! ! ! Beautifully written! -Pink Butterfly-