She looks
I see a smile
She plans on staying for a while
I glance
She's doing freelance (poetry)
I plan on showing her my freestyle
She leans closer
I yawn
On my mind a thought starts to dawn
I whisper, my words a jumble
She listens, hears only a mumble
Her head turns, a chance appears
It's time for me to buck up and face my fears
Our heads collide
Social suicide
I could feel her surprise
She held back, so I stopped as a compromise
After the collision
A clearing came upon my vision
The truth came up and said nice to meet ya
It turns out, I fell asleep, woke up, and kissed the teacher
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine, excuse me, it is poetry.