[poetry] a little piece from the heart

love bomber

this feels like one of the lines
in poetry books I had read
those three winters before
feels like that type of verses
from one of my jammed songs
I had blast with my situationship
isn't no love were made for me?
why is this feels too good to be true?

fool of me to think that it was worth it
to be weeping on my bathroom floor
to be wandering to that unrequited love
when it was really hard for me
to get on my own senses

not knowing years later
I find out that
every wish I had fulfilled
every tears I poured wiped up
by a guy who treats me with a better affection

but will it be any better soon?
is there a chance that this will stay forever?