I think i'm addicted
to the feeling of being addicted
to a girl I don't really know.
She's the smile I wear
and the pain I left behind.
She looks at me like i am sexy,
she looks at me, oh my! Uplifting my mood,
careful not to be rude,
I ask a little more of her
and she obliges just fine.
Over and over, we will always have Dover,
even if the tides are not fine.
I shall be witness, to a tragic distance
which is a prick in my side.
I know i'm addicted, but I can't fix it
because it's true we'll never be.
I wish the world wasn't silly,
and then I'd speak freely
and capture her and I.
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That's a poem I just threw together really fast. What do you think?
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