I blow out the candles on my cake
My fathers smile is so fake
My pompoms blocked my view
Of your pretty face
I hide mine
Because its a disgrace
But your the boy
Who called me pretty
The boy who called me beautiful
The one who said i was great
The only one
Who thinks i'm funny
and honey
i'd say the same about you
Believe me it's hard not too
But in my situation
I cant
You understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, good work