When i was young,
You often told me I'm special,
As i grow older i realised,
I wasn't that special like you said i am.
There was a guy,
Who made me feel so special
Who love my face with no make up
Who love to watch me falling asleep.
Who wouldn't mind my snoring
But -
If I'm special like you said i am.
Why did he left me?
If sadness is what's left,
I rather be a normal person.
A normal human being with a normal relationship.
You are special, Aloe. Some people just don't recognize it because they are too wrapped up with themselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem, special versus normal. I tend to agree with the comment of Kurt below. We are all special and unique.