She was beautiful,
Quiet with a kind soul
Every end of week,
I took a bouquet home.
We talked about each other,
And shared poetry together.
She found me when I was,
Not interest in anyone,
And left me when she was,
The only one I was
Interested in.
I’m not standing in the rain
I’m perfectly situated.
But disappointed
If ever I act this way
to a girl again,
Please shoot me.
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Author:
Cesuke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2024 22:17
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
happens sometimes, just be glad that it gave you some moments of happiness in this crazy world where nothing and no one is what they project to be many a time
I won’t shoot you! Because you did enjoy the times you shared! Find another girl one to share the better poems you have today!
And that is how it should be. True love does not alter but remains true despite the circumstance.
Great write
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