Making me feel prejudiced,
Of the songs I hear at night.Your stolen lullabies,
The haunt me through my cries.Never thaught I could fall so deep,
But here I am seeing your face in my sleep.
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Drunk under a Streetlight | poetry
Poetrypoetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.
Prejudiced | poetry
Making me feel prejudiced,
Of the songs I hear at night.Your stolen lullabies,
The haunt me through my cries.Never thaught I could fall so deep,
But here I am seeing your face in my sleep.