Finders, Keepers

Seemed to be left by no-one
and somehow by everyone.
Us two there, left alone,
the others, by now, were gone...
I'm fed up with this. I'm done.

I need to ask:
What to do when you find
it there simply unowned?
Will you choose to be blind
and keep feeling abandoned?

This is not a task,
this is all we wanted to have,
we yearned for it for a long time...

We can sing the old rhyme
"Finders, keepers;
Losers, weepers!"
Since we've found love,
they say that "Love is a crime".
Disagreeing, I say "that's not true".

We both stole each other's hearts
and for this are guilty as charged?
Let's make haste before a trial starts,
let's run away from the stupid judge,
repeating:
"Finders, keepers;
Losers, weepers!"
Singing,
gladly not to the tune of "Jeepers Creepers".

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Agradeço à Kate McGeachie pela revisão.
Thank you! :)