you're nothing special, just another guy,
an average person that I'd simply die for.
you've done little, you merely exist,
but i wait like a lost puppy just for your texts.
I'm unsure why but you're my favorite person,
i can't tell a soul because they'll say you don't deserve it.
so I'll take my secret to the grave, I'll say you're just alright,
while you flood my brain at 12am every cold night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem