Don't talk to me, like you think you know me
You gave up that privilege
A few months before
When you told me to go
I want you no more
So off I went out of the door
To a place of my own
My brand new home
Where I live by myself
But not on my own
With both of my cats
My guinea pig
My Angels and spirits
And myself of course
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem