Dear darling…or something…
I find myself in writing
So…even if, and even so
I can not reach a dirty soul.
I can not find a peaceful dream
Because I’m only a sadness queen.
In this shameful world
I am a heart who doesn’t burn.
My dear life or how it’s called
I find myself in just a word
That word is silent and it’s cold
Just like a frozen heart in gold.
PS: E prima poezie în limba engleză, vă aştept cu păreri.