it's true as they say,
that it is wrong to date
after a couple of weeks
of your misleading heartaches.
But to have fun with someone
you never had, is better than
with the one you've spent years
with, who remained a stranger in bed
his words of honesty and gestures that persuades
thy feel differently.
Our ages chase after one another,
but your mind and heart matures
better than my old lover,
you talk so sure, with your life unclear
yet here I am, keeping my composure.
The sight of your brown eyes,
your face I visualize,
not the man I used to kiss
in five years past that I now despise.
This may sound cruel,
but I prefer you over his old jewels
his offers were grandprizes
with such charming lies,
but your words are tangible
such promises were done on time.
Now I'm all alone,
living on my own
no manchild to hone,
life's been better without him at all,
you seem manlier than him though.
Not so sure if you're still on
waiting for my call,
but if you could wait by fall
we might have chances,
to matter our spark afterall.
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m.a.r.-12.04.02.🔒
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Poetryjust poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).
