Who Are You? - Poem by Laa Finita
Who are you?
The way you look down on me,
the coldness in your, once dear, features,
your gaze, searching everywhere,
but not for a second, into my eyes.
Who is this man?
Sitting next to me,
nonsense flowing from his mouth.
He even smiles from time to time,
with the mask on his visage. *
'Run away now! , I hear ordering to myself.
But my heart....
my heart is not satisfied with
just, beat after beat.
So I remain there, waiting nonsense to finish.
Have I been blind, deaf, mute, all this time?
No, I was just in love.
* French: visage means face
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