You act like you really want me
Like I'm some sort of hotshot
Heartthrob
I stare into the mirror
Run my fingers through my face
In search of that spark
Propelling you to me
That green light
Reassuring you
It's okay to proceed
Don't get me wrong
I'm not saying I'm hideous
A little cute, maybe
But this hair on my head
Is no waterfall
These myopic brown eyes
No gemstones
These lips and cheeks
Do not glow
Without rouge
Still, you pursue me
Like I'm some Aphrodite
With a poetic streak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stare into the mirror Run my fingers through my face In search of that spark Propelling you to me.. In search of that spark on my face...... i do search for....... very fine expressions. tony