I'm falling for him,
hard.
I'm already falling,
I don't know how I would get out.
He likes me,
I like him back,
what's the issue then?
Me being
the cautious one.
I don't want to get hurt,
but I know I will anyway,
even if I stop now.
He makes me feel special,
and it makes me want to
hug him and cry.
But I don't,
I just enjoy the warmth of his
hugs.
I don't know what to do,
he's the first guy who's liked me.
I don't know how to feel,
I think it's deep affection (maybe
love?)
Eh, I guess I'll fall for him
some more
because if I hit the bottom
I guess I can nurse my
broken bones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem