((~ Not really a poem. More like an angry note... ~))
At first your heart soars like a bird on the wind,
The whole world seems perfect in every way.
Then everytime you see him, your heart races
and Butterflies appear
This feeling is great.
You tell your best friend, and she's 'happy' for you.
She starts telling everyone.
Soon enough, the cute boy you like finds out
And he hates you.
Your so-calle 'best friend' has turned on you, and everywhere you go, people are laughing at you.
You feel this pain in your chest. it hurts. A LOT.
THAT'S why it's called a 'crush'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem