I am not perfect,
I am not amazing,
I have nothing in me,
not even a great personality.
So please tell me,
how can somebody love me
while I struggling to understand
all those confusion named love.
The feeling is real,
I can't deny it either,
but I am a failure,
I might waste it all.
The journey of love
might come to the end
because I failed
to be better.
I ain't get any better
I always will be
a slow learner,
a dumbest idiot,
A failure.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Thoughts
PoesíaIt runs inside my head, just like the heavy rain, pouring down into the rivers. They flow and keep flowing... Nonetheless, it is just a mere lonely thought.
