You'll never look at me the way I want you to
Maybe it's only a drunken night;
Or a thought lodged in the back of my head
The secretive messages I wish were from you
We both want the same damn thing
Which is why this would never happen
But sometimes I think that intuition can be wrong
And you're artsy, not shady
And I can laugh at all those dumb girls
That are parading around you like a gift from God
Because they don't see the truth
That I do
We both want the same damn thing
Which is why this would never happen
Only now I am saying this
Because once I sleep it off,
These thoughts
Will return to the back of my mind
And you'll go back to
Basking in the shadows of your secrecy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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