There is proof
on the walls
That we talked
There is writing
on the walls
with your love
on them.
There is graffiti
on the walls
with my love
on them
There are
stolen glances
secret smiles
puke in toilets
frequent visits
silence and
a*shole remarks
that suggest
there was something
and could still
possibly be something
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem