I can change boys with just a little talk..
I make them fall for me in just a minute's walk..
Boys dream about me after we just met...
letting me go is indeed a great regret...
I'm a girl out of mind...
Still boys says I'm one of a kind..
One of a kind....
I sit with them chair to chair...
I lay my head on the table and to see them clear...
I am so close to you,
face to face, But I never knew..
Tell me if it's a lesson new
What's up with your attitude..?
why with me you have a different mood...?
Why talking to me you sweat..?
Why when a bit I get close you turn red..?
I am so sweet, I know..
But your style is something, I never know...
Tell me what's wrong with you or me..?
what do you want to tell me..?
what does this mean..
You know I never know such things cause I've always been so clean....
So tell me what's wrong with you boy..
Don't play with me like a toy..I'm a girl out of mind...
Still boys says I'm one of a kind..
One of a kind....One of a kind....One of a kind....
writer: Eiman Asif
"hey dear readers, it's a poem based on confusion if you do know the answer to "Tell me what's wrong with you or me..?" do comment down... this poem actually indicates a life of a girl so simple, not so beautiful to see but attracts everyone towards herself.."
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Comments (2)
A wonderful poem.
I like the words-as- thoughts flow here, and the playful yet questioning tone of the girl. Nice!