you're walking on the street.
the wind breezes.
you kept on walking, walking pass couples holding hands.
they hold on tightly, with a smile and a kiss
you kept on walking still.
trying to forget you're walking alone.
you think about the great friends you got
just trying to forget you're alone still
you're alone standing there, felt like you're always the one missing out
they're not touching your heart
you think, "it's all hormones fault", but you still can't do anything
then the word "love" starts questioning
you look back into your memory
all the great friends you got, but never loved one.
you start wondering if this is fate, a hollowed soul alone
debating should you ask his almighty, but second thought that this ain't worth his time
you go to bed, thinking tomorrow's gonna be a day with new hopes
but eventually, realizing you're still alone walking on the street,
you're watching the couples still, and feeling the breeze
wishing a day, you might be the one
2 comments:
It's always worth his time, dude.
make a move ting. make a move
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