Romantic Type

I was always more of the romantic type
Laying under the stars dreaming type
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Malfunctioning child of the night
I did my “thing” for awhile
And realized that I don’t mind
But would rather not be alone at night
Having someone to confide in from time to time
Reminding me that things will be alright
Such a hopeless waiting in vain
Love only thing on my brain type
In an age where cheating is all the hype
I had to be the romantic type
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Malfunctioning child of the night….

The Poet Q

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