If I think,
And I get pink,
It's because of you,
And if you would date me
Nothing is right,
I just wanna fight,
Whoever hurts you,
And see what they do
I wish I knew why i write,
I think it's just your sight,
That attacks me,
And like Medusa's,
I'm paralyzed
When we talk,
I never know what to say,
Because there's a ray,
And it comes from you
When we were first friends,
I thought I felt something,
But who knew,
That I'd start loving you
God may have a plan for everything,
But where this one's going,
I don't know,
But I hope it's growing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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