It Kinda Sucks That You’re Not Single

It Kinda Sucks That Youre Not Single short poem

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You’re making eyes,while I make up my mind.
Thinking of ways how I’d make you mine,
You play that little game where you keep me guessing,
You leave me wanting more so you’l keep on teasing,

All i need is a minute with you to check if we can keep this alive,
All i want is a knife to the heart or a sign that i’m doing alright,
I’d rather be mistaken or should i say i think that I’ve been wrong all along,
We’l make a plan where you ‘l take me nowhere and before i know it,you shall be gone .

You gave me the gaze, oh I’ve made mistakes.
But this seems like a crime that i’d like to make,
You do that little dance where you keep me moving,
Just a little touch just to get the ball rolling

All i need is a minute with you to check if we can keep this alive,
All i want is a knife to the heart or a sign that i’m doing no right,
I bet that you’re taken or should i say i think that i’ve been wrong all along,
We’l make a plan where you take me nowhere and before i know it,you shall be gone

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