Every one says am lucky
While am not
They say they are happy for me
While I don’t know they are happy for what
He thinks am in love
I look at his eyes and I can't tell him am not
He thinks he is the luckiest man on earth
He thinks he is in love with the simplest girl on earth
I want to tell him the truth but I can't
I thought it easy to tell him, but his eye makes me screed
Screed to tell him the truth
He thinks am in love
Should I continue lying while am sad
Or should I tell him the truth and break his heart
He is the kindest man on earth
Why can't I just fall in love?
Why should I be so cold?
Cold as ice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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