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He's just a wallflower Wilting by the hour Has no life And is always sour He's hooked He's turned Can't stop himself From enjoying it more That 'it' ? He is ashamed Ashamed to talk Ashamed to say Degrade himself Damage himself Yet he seeks love He craves feeling She is not a person She is an idea She is perfection She is an escape She is his dream The love he wants The affection he seeks A companion he can adore He spends nights Looking into nothing But her light Her glowing light He looks at her As God And him devil The shadow to her light The joy he could have That he chased her Sought her But no avail He tried, tried Traversing through Halls and classrooms Cafeterias and stories Lovers lane? Walks not there Student Center? Far from him It doesn't matter Who she is She's his fix His salvation She's the reason His temptation The purpose of life And her gone means death Oh...oh why? Why won't there be The one I call she? One for me He finally tries, But she's not his She's everyone's And no one's Lover to me Lover to you All have enjoyed her One way or two And thus, He resides in his fate He will never meet Girl Before it's too late
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May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
Boy Meets Girl
He's just a wallflower Wilting by the hour Has no life And is always sour He's hooked He's turned Can't stop himself From enjoying it more That 'it' ? He is ashamed Ashamed to talk Ashamed to say Degrade himself Damage himself Yet he seeks love He craves feeling She is not a person She is an idea She is perfection She is an escape She is his dream The love he wants The affection he seeks A companion he can adore He spends nights Looking into nothing But her light Her glowing light He looks at her As God And him devil The shadow to her light The joy he could have That he chased her Sought her But no avail He tried, tried Traversing through Halls and classrooms Cafeterias and stories Lovers lane? Walks not there Student Center? Far from him It doesn't matter Who she is She's his fix His salvation She's the reason His temptation The purpose of life And her gone means death Oh...oh why? Why won't there be The one I call she? One for me He finally tries, But she's not his She's everyone's And no one's Lover to me Lover to you All have enjoyed her One way or two And thus, He resides in his fate He will never meet Girl Before it's too late
Teen Romance love life
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18/M/Nigeria
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
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