No one to talk
No one to walk
No one to write
I feel alright
No one to dance
still feel romance
No one to eat
No one to offer a seat
No one to kiss
No one to laugh
No one to cry
No one to say goodbye
No one to feel
No one to spin the wheel
Inside
Grease
Lubricant
No I can't
No I won't
I'm busy
With myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem