Treasure Island

Alexander Foald

A Girl With Ponytail

Since when did you fall for me?
This ordinary guy with black beard
No brain in head, just a few gags
But you could make it laughable

So charmed and mysterious
A girl with ponytail up to the sky
Smile like an angel from heaven
Such a rarity on a day like this

Since when did your heart give up?
This clumsy untidy guy with glasses
No skill even in practicing love
But you could make it important

So beautiful and glorious
A girl with lips like a silkworm
Exploiting my life out of the blue
Even the rain colored the rainbow for you

Since when did you love me?
This fidget who only treated you bad
No brave he has deep inside the chest
But you could make it loveable

So sad and tearfully
A girl with all joy a guy could have hold
Had to be gone out of sudden
Really, such a rarity on a day
Rainy day like this

Submitted: Saturday, September 12, 2009
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