Conceited. Conceited. Conceited.
You know I want you,
So you play hard to get…
You are so conceited
I throw bait after bait at you
I’m going to get a net....
You are so conceited
Pretending not to see me
You -with head first- go by…
You are so conceited
While you ignore me,
You take a flashy fly…
You are so conceited
I would have treated you right
I would have done you well
But you are so conceited
That you just passed me by
While I was still under your spell.
I was hurt that I will not deny
But there are other fish in the sea
One day one will fall for me…
Stupid Fish!
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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