Honey Please - Poem by nathalie rossignol
When we talk you look at my face,
To apeer a gentlemen.
But truely you look in my eyes because the rest of me is terrible.
When we walk, you pretend like your not looking for friends that could see you with me and be imbarised.
Believe me when I say, you can't turn this frown upside down.
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