We were texting each other one night
You started a conversation...
One word lead to another...
Before i knew it, we were talking about last summer...
I said something, and i really shouldn't of said
I told you how i used to feel about you...
I knew i shouldn't of told you
I made you feel bad for telling you that i loved you...
You felt the same over the summer, but i only told you i liked you a little bit
Its my fault you didnt get a chance to be with me
Im really sorry for telling you how i felt so late...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow. that's an amazing poem. maybe telling him was the best thing that could have happened to him :)