Here I am in LA,
should be in the sun.
But all I think of is you,
and your massive eyes.
Your skin is no naturel,
and you smile so normal.
I think you amazing,
and you definitely are.
I miss talking to you,
dispite our short time.
I wish we could be friends,
I'm such a losser.
I am writing poems,
because thats not weird.
If only I were normal,
I'd have a half a chance.
But thats not how it is,
so life will go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem