Beware of those blue eyes, they’ll draw you in like the sun, but sweetie don’t get burned. Beware of those lips they’ll convince you he speaks the truth, but sweetie don’t believe him. Beware of those hands they’ll make you feel at home, like you belong there, but sweetie don’t be tricked. Beware of what he says it’ll sound so “right”, so “perfect” but honey your living a fairytale. Beware of the boy he’ll draw you in, and then throw you out. Before you know it, you’ll be walking away and never looking back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ah we all have someone in life (sometimes more than one by the end) who makes you think like this. But you two tell quite a story, BB/BA.