Unlucky Girl

Unlucky Girl Love means never having To say you are sorry But I am really one I love you though I couldn’t be like you A thud of cigarette Annexed between petite fingers Of a kid-adult girl Might have worked wonder for you You must be surprised To see me coming out Of a defamed alley You could hardly stand the sight of And also that I am not just catching hold of it But taking a puff Strong enough to send a tempest Along my nerves Seeing me tossing on a boat Trampled in this ecstasy At such a tender age You must have been crushed Out of compassion You could also feel a pinch of envy To see me at the High zenith of joy A long before ripeness