I had two friend,
the first I meet when I was eleven,
the second is when I was twelve.
The two were almost the same,
they were girl and boy, where people put the bame,
one, people say that she has virus,
that everyone hate,
but I think she's nice.
second, people say he is lame,
that people won't like,
but I'll be his bodyguard.
One is smarter,
the other is lesser.
They are my good friends,
that I always lend a hand.
why do you love the lonely? (ok, stupid question because i do too) why dont you love the other too (allright, another stupid question but i feel like to ask)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a kind heart you have