Lips glazed
Heart a beat
Feet weak
You’re losing your balance
Your graceful elegance
And baby its showing
Hands cold
Eyes dull
Arms full
You’re losing your strength
Your indulgent whim
And honey its showing
From the way you walk
To the way you’ve began to talk
Like flirting with fire and ice
You’re just to nice
And the girls say so too
You’ve made it from
‘That one hot guy’
To
‘You’re just not my type’
To
‘You’re just a friend’
And sweetheart you’re feeling it
So pack up your pride
And your insufferable cries
Of
‘That’s not fair! ’
Because tonight no one cares
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem