Doing something unecessary
Even though she is sleepy
She heard a loud noise suddenly
Opened the window then smiled freely
Fireworks on the neighbourhood booming
Why did she remember you with that thing
Your prescence is what she's craving
It made her to not stop thinking
She imagined in that night
Together watched the view so bright
Acting as her lover
She placed her head on your shoulder
Oh how lovely would that be
But she does not own thee
Nor he felt the same as she
So she thought of it quietly
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POM POEMS
PoetryFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
