He was so nice,
everyone liked him,
especially me for sure.
There was no way in the heavens,
that he would ever feel the same way as me,
or so I thought.
"Hello, anonymous,
he likes you,
I'm his best,
you should know.
He is always saying,
she is so pretty,
I can't talk to her,
she won't feel the same as me...
Not me,
Not her.
Believe me."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem