The sight of a beautiful girl passing by,
My heart pounds like a hammer against my chest,
And “love” is just a miserable lie.

She moves around just like a wild butterfly,
And the very thought of her gives my mind no rest—
The thought of a beautiful girl passing by.

My blood is boiling, and I can’t help but sigh,
While fate looks down towards me and smiles in jest.
For “love” is just a miserable lie.

I lie down on my bed, and I want to cry,
Forever haunted by her image, obsessed
With the sight of a beautiful girl passing by.

I lose myself in the dark, and I want to die—
To rid myself of this sorrowful zest.
For “love” is just a miserable lie.

I fall on my back with my gaze to the sky;
My heart batters like a ram against my chest
With the sight of a beautiful girl passing by,
And “love” is just a miserable lie.

Not my best poem...

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