covered in heavy words and dried acrylic paint
taking in all, hard to voice feelings
a non judgemental, never to be seen friends
an out of date phone and a gratified diary her home
quietly taking in red rage, green jealously, and the bluest blues
calmly listening to insecurities waging war on the inner child
Lottie will never say hi or bye
but will soothe pain by not saying a word, just reading
Lottie the good one, the strong one and the silent one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem