shirts and white
red and night
a bed blue and day
deep and love
afraid and cuddles
down in hell
marks are seen
denial and home
wrong and wrong again
the left and right
promises are made and broken
over and over
stand up and wait
for freedom and friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Friends are indeed the ones that can unlock you from and help fix painful past/present.