I guess I’m okay,
Whatever that means.
I see you,
And I want to cry,
The only reason that comes to mind,
Is that I’ll never,
Be able to be held when I cry, by you.
Be able to laugh at the stuff I do, with you.
Be able to look in your eyes and not have to look away, for you.
I guess I’m okay
Whatever that means
But I still want to cry,
Because I’ll never be with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem