Its really hard to act surprised when everything is clear.
It always was and never will, though I still hold you dear
You are my Mona and Monroe my smile and mystique
Your all that was but is no more, though I still feel you near
You are my decadent demise, my self indulgent sphere
You're my surrender and my strength
my one and only fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem