Not Mine

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Someone walks up to me,

Often bumping into me

Every time he comes,

I saw his masculine suits

And the perfume was dizzy

My eyes are bewitched

He talks so fast

I looked at him in admiration

Is it like this, a prince,

When he laughs?

His eyes sometimes read

My deepest thoughts

I was busy talking 

He's evaluating me

Behind his silence

When I lost

There's one thing to remind,

That he is not mine

But when I'm free

There's one thing that tickles,

That he is so attractive

I'm still busy at work

He suddenly came

Filling my tired days

At his side, it was fun

Even if it's just telling stories

I dared to myself, once

Staring through his eyes

He immediately down in shy

Then glance at me again

I know, he really wants me

In line with what I think,

Adore can come suddenly

I'm just have self control

You already have "that woman"

Still, I'm not yours

And you're not mine

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#thediary

11.48 AM

having my lunch