She told me I was too cute to be depressed,
After she kissed me not knowing she'll bring stress.
Now looking like a fool my mind says I'm a mess,
Yet slowly hoping that this is a test.

What the hell happened within four months time?
Was it an illusion that things were fine?
As I poured tears into every single line,
Poetry was the answer for the question of mine.

Born of two, given gifts from a king.
Born with a simple song I wish to sing.
Known to be blessed with one simple thing,
Yet my wish life has not yet bring.

I have learned a lot from her,
For problems she did try to stir.
She is no longer one I prefer
And I still I didn't meet her.