She needs a shoulder to lean on’
I’m that shoulder
She needs someone to pick up the pieces
I’m that broom
She needs someone to cry with
I’m the box of tissues
Who’s there when I need them?
Who’s my shoulder?
’Who’s my broom
And my tissues
Nowhere to be found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Parallel lines will never meet they say, someone's there for you just find her.