Now I'm seeing everything clearly,
And I trusted you, but just nearly.
'Cause now I'm seeing through all your lies,
And notice how that feeling dies,
That you gave me when you flashed that smile.
And I'm thankful I haven't seen it in a while,
Just because I know one hundred procent.
I would fall for it again.
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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.
