Tell me your favorite things,
and I hope I'm on it.
It has money, necklaces and rings,
but I wasn't there; unfit.
You got my hopes high,
when you do your magical flirts.
But every time you're nearby,
my mind and heart hurts.
Was I the only one?
Or was I just a fling?
Because I'm absolutely done
fixing all my heart strings.
YOU ARE READING
These Poems are for You
PoetryYes you, darling. These are for the one and only you.
