HE
By: maeyee
I asked for a tall, dark, handsome and rich bachelor
They sent me medium size, brown, wholesome and inch-rich janitor
My mind wants to complain for my heart’s pair
Because life, fate and cupid are all unfair
He who I hate not to his sideline occupation
But to his traditional taste of fashion
Loose jeans, faded shirt and talking footwear
Together with his undefined culture from nowhere
I rejected him oftentimes ‘til he quit one day
The day I have learned to notice and value his simple ways
He started courting somebody else
And continue ignoring my existence
He deprive me from congratulating him in passing the CPA Licensure
Still I hug him so warm and tight sure
Even I know after this it will hurt me so much
Because the person they sent for me was taken away that such
Lately I found myself simply assessing my action
Why does my heartaches for no reason? Then I come up to a conclusion
He who I hate before
Niether like nor love me anymore :(
