I talk to the walls,
And sing to myself while cooking.
No children in the house to sing to.
No beau to hmm to.
I have to shower in the bathroom,
With no one to shout,
To get out.
I am alone.
I am lonely?
I am alone?
Am I on my own?
Which way you look at it, I stand alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart tenderly touching, and moving in so many ways, these are words many people understand and relate to, but you should fear not, it is better to live with oneself and feel full, then live with another person and still feel empty. Great work