they don't feel your pain
whose loss is it
and whose gain
they are not taking the blame
they have a brain
they seem to know it all
how one falls
and how they facilitate
people with the bait
so they could scratch their heads
and have a debate
I have the perfect ornament for her
but I don't know why she is farther from me now
and how her image blurs
she is not taking much from me now
Im not a ghost or some sheep
maybe its just that one cant sleep
without her
it like being a bear without the fur
in the cold winter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem