We sit next to,
each other in food.
He's a nice guy to
stay with but gets,
angry pretty quick.
He is great at playing the piano.
We are friends
but people say we go out
with each other or
one likes the other.
There's nothing going on
between us? I keep telling
them but they just say sure sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem