If I was God....
I would do nothing diff rent, except t move you next door.
So I can see your beautiful face every day.
Corny , I know.
Creep y, Kinda .
But hell, I like her.
I hate having crush es.
I never know what to say,
until she' s away.
Of course I act myself,
But she so busy in her own world to see me.
A world filled with due dates , past loves , and so much more I can not wrap my head
round .
With a sign and shake of my head, I dive back into my book.
I could be her escape, a shield from her past, and best boyfriend I can be.
heh. . . .
I'm dreamer. . . . .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem