Nothing Happy About this World
There is nothing happy in this world.
It changes but it doesn't.
Your advances towards me
Get me more upset.
I love your glances
And the love you exude
But at last you do nothing
Nothing at all.
You whisk by me while looking.
You thank me for doing nothing.
You flirt and flirt.
But your flashes you make me hurt.
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