It was 17 days in september when I took notice of you,
Can't fall asleep without you on my mind,
Can't you feel the same way too.
Is it so wrong for me to love,
Somebody I exchange a few words,
Can't I just once be smiling
Without something happening?
Like when she said it's nothing for her,
Why is it always the guys I like,
Who like the more prettier,
The top tier and happier.
Why can't someone love me for once,
Like they tell in the stories in forms,
That make my heart melt and ache
Is it wrong for me to experience the lake of love?
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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.
