I thought he was true,
I thought he was cute.
There's all the reason to be blue.
If only he knew that I am real,
more than all the 'hers'
hes ever known and ever will.
He lures,
you in with his many charms.
It won't be long until I dream of him,
then, there goes my alarm.
Ruining the closest thing to 'me and him'.
I thought it might happen,
but then I thought, there'll never be a 'me and him'.
Since it's not going to be me, all i can do,
is think thoughts,
and try to not look like a fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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