Am I just the result of more vodka shot?
A wardrobe trip up the stairs,
the silent closing of the morning door,
was my fate firmly placed?
With my mother's underwear on the floor.
I feel so much,
I know so much,
I have done and will do so much,
but I cannot help but feel,
I am just the 'one more sir'
of a young, naive girl,
just like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, and beautiful. thank you for sharing it with us.