Knowing we're flirting
but yet keeping silent,
The concentrated romance,
Makes it yet worth the while.
Smirking like Demons,
Laughing like devils,
From holy to hell-boy,
From angel to hell-girl.
Crush's impact
on our form of social,
We just keep playing,
making it irrational.
An excuse to hold hands,
from one to another.
If anybody asks
Just say,
'We're playing thumb-war.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this =)