He is so common
I’ve grown to fall for polished guys;
An awkward low man
Who feels ungood ‘bout telling lies.
He’s already married;
I hope he loves his wife that much.
His dreams are buried,
His mind is also out of touch.
He’s calm and formal
The machine a workmate ought to be.
His pulse is normal
Each time he chances to see me.
My hands are shaking
When I meet him there on my way,
I’m overtaken --
Before I know, I go astray.
He drives me crazy
The passion play has reached a height
My eyes are blazing;
He does not care and he is right.
I hate the feeling
Because I can’t say what I want.
My head is reeling
This illness I will have to daunt.
He’s plain to dullness,
Some people are not what they seem.
Don’t call me mindless
If I confess that I like him
He is
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I confess that I like to be like you.
:)
To be or not to be
That's not a Question
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I confess that I like to be like you.
:)
To be or not to be
That's not a Question
Денисов Д.А. 21.12.2007 09:47 • Заявить о нарушении