I feel safe here at Angela’s.
She’s the kind of person I who throws her arms open to you.
No questions asked.
Angela would do anything for me.
She said so.
I am unworthy of a friend like her.
I have nothing to give in return.
Unless chaos, tears, drama and snot become valuable commodities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem