On nights like these when I can't sleep, it's because I'm thinking about you. I think about you, me, and us. I wonder if I'd have a chance with you, I wonder if you even see me that way, I can only hope so. You are beginning to mean more to me with each passing day, these feelings of mine aren't going to go away. I really don't know what to do, should I tell you or just keep it inside? , I don't want to ruin what we already have. A: /
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem