I wanted to read you,
I wanted to hold you,
I wanted to have you,
but time passed and I wondered,
maybe only one was in love...
maybe only one is dreaming about the other.
I tried everything to get your attention
but nothing seemed to work.
Then I thought to myself,
maybe if I rearrange my personality...
maybe then she´ll love me...
or maybe if I get a car...
maybe then she´ll love me...
Still nothing appeared to be working
nothing appeared to have changed,
then, the strangest and rarest event occured,
your fashion magazine fell from your bag after our class,
I picked it up,
and on it was a picture of a model with a sexy outfit,
the most familiar set of words appeared,
inscripted next to the photo and under what appeared to be my name was,
Maybe then he´ll love me...
Copyright © ® Arturo Vargas. All rights reserved
Dec 18th 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem