my orange

one day my teacher gave us an assignment, we should wrote a poem about something and relating it with another thing, okay so I related orange with my last summer vacation, but then I thought about another poem.
oh well, here it goes..........

my orange

orange?

sometimes it reminds me of you

I remember the first time I saw your face

It was a very very windy day, even in the summer

and I saw you

and you smiled

no, not to me, to someone elses

since that day, I always looked for you before I entered school

I adore your face like I like the sweet taste of orange

then one night,

one fine night,

I got bored in the boring EF disco

All I can think about was a gig in the other side of the club

suddenly you came

I gasped and a smile came to my face

I am happy to see you!

but then my friend came

she whispered something I can't ever forget

my orange

my sweet sweet orange

suddenly tasted bitter

oh my god,

you're gay........

it's not good I know. I still have some problems with my grammar. I can't write in English, my speaking's so much better.

whatever, ttyl

xoxo