I didn't need Bob's judgemental eyes
And I told him so.
Because I was in between grief,
anger and other abstract words.
I could tell he really knows
that I'm ready to cry at the dropp of a leaf,
because they're the same color as Mike's crazy ties.
Let's talk about it, let's lighten your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem