in this city of love,
staring at the louvre.
in this romantic land,
sipping coffee in my hand.
i looked left and right,
to find my mr. right.
so i look and i look,
and searched every single nook.
but mr. right is nowhere to be seen.
maybe he's not ready for me.
but one day i'll find him,
for now, let me drink this cup of coffee.
YOU ARE READING
poems. by me.
Poetryi have always wanted to try writing poems but was always too shy and afraid. but i've decided to give it a go afterall!
