You smiled at me one day.
I smiled back but maybe it didn't show
because I was nervous,
and now still I picture it.
Did she really mean it?
Was it a disguise?
What was the deeper meaning behind it?
Did she like me back?
I can't stop the questions.
Its a curse and I'm afraid the only cure
is a hot, leaded bullet which I refuse to load.
deeper meaning.. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and simple. questions r very nice :) keep it going