Please. Open your eyes, your telling yourself lies.
Because, What's not there to see? You were meant for me.
She's nothing but a pretty plastic doll that can't step away from that mall.
You gave me a chance, So I could prove to you that shes only another argue.
Now, you should owe me a lifetime of gratitude, but instead I get your hurtful attitude.
I caught you looking my way today, But I still think don't think this is okay.
I'm going to lay here until I know, that your over that Bozo.
Because, I love you.
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I would like to translate this poem
Cute. I love it. Keep up the great work. Did you try submitting this? I'd love to see it published. Is it about your crush or something? Well your love. Well anyways, It's really inspiring and I can tell your in pain. Sucks, rights? That's love for you, Honey. Excellent job.