Once when I looked at that girl,
My face felt hot and tingly,
I asked my friends if my face looked pink,
They told me no.
But the next day,
Another friend told me as we talked,
That my face was red on that day,
And I guess my face is red every time I see or think of her.
YOU ARE READING
Love poetry
PoésieIt's a few poems for a girl I like, and she knows who she is, and I hope she'll get to see this... BUT OF COURSE I LEAVE IT OUT TO ANYBODY TO READ XD Oh well no one really knows who I am or who I'm really talking about so fuck it I HOPE YALL LIKE MY...
