Oh My dear...
oh my dear...
There's a lot of girls whom I could seek
each one without a peep.
The markings of tributes on my wall
The red stained of love on my cheek
As I stand on my feet
Proclaim my love for the one I speak.
I hold on with solemn wishes
only for the god to spew...
but within the tears
the hopes and dreams
within the fantasys
that I scheme.
within the tears that I shed.
I kno i'll find the perfect to wed
but as my search comes to the end
I'm not sure she'll take my hand
as I sit from beyond this seat...
I watch her live her dream
as I sit from behind this seat I watch her stream
as I steam... from beyond this seat...
I whisper I love you... but she can't hear...
I want to tell her how I feel
but I fear that she wont hold dear...
I take a step back and with a steer
I write a poem starting oh my dear...
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