He was walking down the street the other day
With a laughter that is so tender
With his friends on the way, he made his way
Not even throwing a glance at me
Who Am I To Him? Nothing it is
What can I expect, he doesn't even know I exist
It hurts than a burning coal to know my worth
I am just an in love girl trying to be loved
But why do Fate always plays
Playing with feelings like a broken toy
He was walking down the street the other day
Not throwing even a single glance at me
Who Am I To Him? No one it is
Who Am I To Him to be a worthy person, to have a single glance from his very own eyes
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Hi guys! This is the third poem I've made. Hoped you loved it!
This poem is dedicated to him<3
The man who is worthy of my glances</3
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