i sit here
trying to control myself
i fear, what you'll think
of me, of us, everything...
i'm no sure what we can be
if that is anything
i just hope you see the good in me....
please dont look down
on the bad... you have done it too
my crown is bent....i cant fix it
so what can i do? ? ? ?
move on and look forward.
and look tord better things
i'm not looking for wedding rings
just one small chance
can you just give me that?
maybe a sort of romance...
idk.... just something
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poem comes across honestly