Dear Mom,
I have learned a lesson,
That falling in love is not a treason.
But when I look at him as if he hung the moon,
And he looks at me as if I'm a character from Looney Tune,
That's when I know, I am the felon.
Mom, I finally get it.
Your description of boys does fit.
Handsome face with a dashing smile to start,
A wink at me and I'm as keen as mustard.
After a wonderful night, pleasure is as thick as mist,
I fall hard for him and am left out of my wit.
How stupid of me to think I'm the only One,
That I wasn't just one night of fun,
To be disposed on the next sharp turn,
That came as the morrow's rising sun.
#heartbreaks #asianex #movingon
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PoetryIf you're looking for some poetry, you've come to the right place...or book. This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some poems talk about bullying, suicide, abuse, etc. so be aware. I hope you enjoy what I write.
