The creature

They all fall in love
But never with me
For I know just the girl
They need me to be
A plaything, sweet, silly and free
Or mature, reserved, measured is she
So go ahead, fall in love
But know you don’t know me
For you don’t see the creature
The creature called Me.
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One Response to The creature

  1. Charaka says:

    Yup, they fall in love
    Maybe not with you
    So, you know just the girl
    They need you to be
    A plaything, sweet, sill and free
    Or mature, reserved, measured are you
    I’m not in love but I’m curious
    And I never claimed I knew
    But do you even know the creature
    The creature called You.

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