I fell for you the moment I saw your eyes,
Then he came over and took you like his price.
He shouldn't be the one holding you,
Making you smile and happy too.
For all my life I knew this was bad,
Falling for the one I can't have.
But then that night on my roof,
I finally made a move.
How you looked at me by then,
With your hand on mine and your face close.
I tasted your lips then the first time,
But you said goodbye and left me at mine.
How it happend, I can't tell
But we had a love affair in hell.
Having you for myself,
I couldn't see it then but it happend because of your wealth.
People started talking
And you couldn't take up with your shit.
So you left me on the hill,
Still I dream of you, my belle.
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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.
