When Boys Are Passing By
I found the man I love
But then he wandered into the arms of another girl
I was surprised to see him holding hands with human air
Right before popping onto Brazilian hair
I don't use guys for money; I use guys for love
I don't use men for cheque
I use boys to check my heart
How good is my heart?
How shallow is my love?
Have I ever been in love before?
Like Hamlet? Or like "Christian" in "Moulin Rouge"?
Do I know what love is?
Am I too young?
Am I running out of time already?!
Father Lord of Israel
Guide this lil lover of the leaf-books
As to knowing what love is
And as to knowing the proper way to eat Main Course when boys are passing by
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