lol as i sit here and wonder my the hell am i thinking about you,
thinking to myself is your love still true,
as true as when you first told me in that hallway,
right in front of my doorway,
do you ever reminise of the way you felt when i kissed you,
touched you,
licked you,
or rubbed you?
does that girl you with really love you,
truth is i still think of you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem