you live every
second
no matter
how badly
you don’t want
to occupy
a moment,
it’s true
but sometimes
you spill your
drink on the
leather,
and you give
that awful
and lonely
look
that lets me
know that
you just
need some
company
and i’m not
good at
much
but i can
make a stiff
drink and
lend an open
ear
and watch
your hair
catch the light
and cast away
the darkness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. Honest. Love it!