So tell me what's wrong with you boy..
Don't play with me like a toy..
I'm am not a girl to l...o....v.....e........
I'm a girl out of mind...
Still boys says I'm one of a kind..
One of a kind....
what do you like in me..?
Do you even like me..?
Boy you are so confusing...
not even confessing...
I don't understand your game anymore..
you're staring at me more and more...
let me just tell you,
I'm a reckless girl ...
I'm a girl out of mind...
Still boys says I'm one of a kind..
One of a kind....
Many are waiting many more...
Boys are more than sand at the sea chore...
so boys! Goodbye
Cause you can never trust me..
you can never teach me...
you cannot tame me...
Cause I'm on my own...
A different one, therefore...
I'm a girl out of mind...
Still boys says I'm one of a kind..
One of a kind....
why do you all say then....I'm one of a kind..
One of a kind....One of a kind....One of a kind....
writer: Eiman Asif
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Another great poem