It was the last time that he would ask her out.
Her rejections sometimes made him want to shout.
He thought that he had a good rap.
But she made him feel like a piece of crap.
Sometimes he just sat and cried.
It felt like he had died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't give up Lamar, the next time might be the charm. :)