There's that girl at the library
Who sure is pretty
I went to talk to her yesterday
And it went OK
I showed her one of my songs
But she didn't read it for long
Since she doesn't understand English
But never mind it wasn't my wish
What I wanted is to approach her
So as to get along with her
Cause I find her pretty nice
Hope I've thrown well the dice
So as to spare my little chances
Cause in these circumstances
I'm not very well placed
Cause you see I'm based in L.A
But hey
She's 19 and at university
So you see
It's almost already a defeat
So maybe I should quit
But perhaps I'm mistaking
Now that's what I'm hoping
Cause I've been girlfriend-less
For way too long unless
I can make her see
That there's something special about me.
Is she gonna like the translation
I did of my poem "Romance fiction"
The last time I showed one of my songs to a gal
She just wanted to stay pal
It's not my fault if I like to write
But I thought it would make Clelia hold me tight
I was pretty wrong
To have shown her my song
Anyway how is all this gonna end
Cause I don't know if I'll be able to stand
Another failure
Yes another torture.
PS: L.A here being Louis Armand high school in Paris. A very bad one...
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