Your first kiss, the biggest hug, the nicest boy.
Pretty soon, you'll want more,
You will become bored, you'll want a toy.
And if you have a toy, you'll feel hurt and want a prince.
But when you get your prince, he gets old as well.
What will we want next? We can never tell.
i like the structure of this poem written very clever, although in the simple words good poem, keep writing
Yeah can recall the teenagers i saw of fickle infatuations n d phase of lovin til getin bored which continues into adulthood. Super poem, kudos!
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I would like to translate this poem
Yourself being a teenager, you've described their emotions so well! 'What will we want next? We can never tell.' - True!