If you get close enough to me,
I will describe you in poesies.
And You're most likely to see,
Your pretty name in my poetry.
Because darling I am the rhyme,
That finds your sweetness in each line.

I hope these verses softens your eyes,
To distinguish the truth from pretty lies.
In love you always get your hopes high,
Every summer you end up with a different guy.

You're desperate to fall in love,
Like every sixty old teenage girl.
Now you date a guy with a boxing glove,
Who has muscles and a six-pack abs.
I hate to spoil it for you,
But this **** ain't gonna last.

You are not on trial to be judged;
You already punishing yourself too much.
You're crying on napkins,
Saying that **** always happens.
Thanks God,you have a bestie,
To lean your head on her chesty.

Before you open your mouth,
Honey just hear me out,
I am a little ***** writer.
Like a Poetry Officer,
Everything you do or say,
May be used against you,
In a story or two.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©