I cant sing like Roy Orbison ,
It's not that i didn't give it a try ,
And as much as say , i can be your Hero,
Like Enrique i just can't cry.
A hundred excuses i search for daily ,
And all of them go waste ,
And though i try to take this lightly,
The thought of you don't let me think straight.
A thousand songs last night I heard ,
So i couldn't sleep a wink ,
This lack of my ability to express my self ,
Is driving me over the brink.
A thousand words , a million lines ,
Flow incessantly in my mind ,
And every time i remember your smile ,
Not even one of those anymore can i find.
Countless moments must have passed ,
Since the moment i saw you first ,
Since then all i can do is think about you ,
To that fate i am Cursed.
I'm not much of a poet ,
I can't seem to make this poem fine,
Which is why i end this attempt here ,
And present to you these lines.
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