What I cannot have
Too young, too old,
What will it really be?
My desire is yearning you,
But never you to me.
I wish upon heaven,
That you would be drawn near.
My wanting can never be enough,
Your choices so clear.
Fun and happy love,
It’s to crave a poison dart.
Fulfilling only a fantasy desire,
Take my beating heart.
Oh girl, oh life,
Let me fill up from your well.
And live as if, I’d yet died,
I’m going straight to hell.
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