Yes, I write about lost love
Sadness and memories
And of course
My younger days
But my brother Robert
Knows the reality
He sees the truth
About my sadness
And all the hardships
I go through
From one day to the next
And from time to time
He calls me
On all my bullshit
And lies and facades
Without a doubt
I am very thankful
That he is there
To do it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem