Mr. Thunderbolt
I felt for him
without knowing;
Without
understanding
I think about
him this time,
And all day and
while
I have nothing
to say.
Nothing for crave
I have him just him.
They say I live
for him,
My love is
filled till brim.
What about him
Will he ever
know his sin?
Will he ever come to you?
Or is it just your ecstatic woe!
But I say I have
him just him.
I know he will
never come,
I know that he
will come
My mind is
fickle
Till the time he
come and tickle
How does he look
like?
I don’t know! But
he is there
‘Cuz with his
each breath I survive.
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