I see things differently
and so do you,
what I saw was
Me & You.
You didn't think
it should be this way,
but now I feel different
in every way.
I cry because of the rumors,
I cry and hope it's not true.
I want to know when and why,
I wish I could just ask you.
but when I'm next to you,
I think of what they say,
then I feel that I should go,
that I should move away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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