She persuades me to become someone’s grand dame
All my excuses seem to fall lame
She soon puts my dubious mind to shame
My mind is in a turmoil, my thoughts whirls around
Whither oh whither, is the train of my heart bound ?
But out of my lips, comes not a sound
I wonder whether my ideal will ever be found.
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Author:
NafisaSB (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a confused teenager's dilemma.. this was written ages ago when i was a teenager..lol
- Category: Love
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