I woke up this morning
Freshened up
Ironed my school uniform
And looked my best
I walked up to the school bus
Just parked outside our house
I looked at you as I passed
But you didn't notice
At class today
I smiled at you
But you didn't care
You gave me the cold shoulder
At the cafeteria
I offered to buy ice cream
But you and your friends
Made jest of me
At the passage of the school hall
We bumped into each other
Your books fell and I picked
But you made a sigh and showed me your back
I am trying to be romantic
In the coolest way possible
But you did that am not you type
You called me local and rough
And now am facing the bitter truth
Am just a regular guy
No class and no cents
I hope love treats me nice next time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel the same way too except im not a guy and i dont buy but i do try (see what i did there)