The wrong girl’s heart

A shy wave and a slight smile,

It made me feel as though I could fly,

You had me then on that summer day,

You put my heart in some sort of dismay.

 

We’d look at each other, but never speak,

One day, some day,

I’d say, we’ll find a way,

But that hope in my mind slowly slipped away,

For I saw you with her, your arms tightly around her,

You kissed her forehead, and I think you were in bliss,

What can I say, that kiss made me see,

You clearly gave me a miss.

 

Your eyes don’t lie, and all I can do is sigh,

For I think you’ve won the wrong girl’s heart,

What can I do, please let me be,

For all I can say is, I’m happy for you.

 

kiss

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About Donna

If I was to describe myself in a nutshell, I am a 23-year-old, who just graduated! I am someone who is full of spirit, likes to dress cute, has big dreams, and is somewhat adventurous, with quirks that make people smile. Some people have a clear direction of what path they want to follow in life. I on the other hand, have decided to simply follow what make me happy. If you've been doing a little soul searching lately or you're still trying to define the meaning of life, well I can tell you this, if you can't figure out your purpose on this planet, find what it is that you're passionate about. For your passion will lead you right into your purpose. Open your heart. Listen with an open mind. And for God's sake, live a little! I hope you stay a while and read about my 20-something rants, antics and adventures in Sydney, and perhaps pick up a thing or two.

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