She's a mess,
A glorious mess
Waiting for the one
Who will call her "love"
Not a bedroom replacement
—who wants her as a fixed retirement.
A temporary promise,
A love song, but not pros and cons.
She wants to be the strings of your guitar
Which you gently plays.
Because she knows,
that your rhythm will slay.
— S H E .
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoetryReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
