Your laugh so pretty
My being you amuse
I can't stand for too long
I'm falling for you
My heart is your brush; in the color of blue
A thousand and hundred, I spent on your shoes.
Myself so needy
I need to recluse
Keep tripping and tripping
It's now become cruel
My heart is your paint; in the color of blue
A thousand two hundred, I spent on your shoes.
This yearning is so strong
My heart needs more room
This love must have limits
Or some kind of rules
My heart is your canvas; in the color of blue
A thousand three hundred, I spent on your shoes.
This Love a Blue song
My heart has on loop
Where the hell are the ads
My heart how it droops
My heart is your note, not in black but blue
A thousand five hundred, I spent on your shoes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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