I went out on a limb,
So far out of comfort and home,
And said three single words.
Yet, I feel so empty, so stupid,
Because I got not one reply.
Why do I seem to never cease,
Making myself get hurt?
Because I said three single words,
I feel so awkward and alone,
Because I got not one reply.
Why can't some people believe,
In things they've never seen?
I said three single words,
That apparently do not exist,
And got not one reply.
Three single words.
That got not one reply.
I start to question,
Why do I even try?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Nice, I pretty sure I know those three words but have no 'Little Beans' to say'em