I saw you in this morning,
Outside temperature was minus five.
In an November below a crystal sky,
We looked one to another,
Eventually, We told each others Hi.

It's awkward to see you every time,
Now that you know soon I'll be gone.
Somehow you always read my mind,
Deep in my feelings,truth you can find.

I loved you like a fool,
At times it felt so cruel,
To know,
For you I was just an empty pool,
And you thought we were cool.

We're both cold with each others,
A chance we might getting a flue,
Mixing different flavours and colors,
I really don’t know whats got into you,
When we’re together we stick like glue .

Wandering in my vanity,
Please don't be mad little kitty,
Only you can restore my humanity,
Dressed all in black,you still looking pretty.

I would rather walk an extra mile,
Than telling you how much,
I really do miss your innocent smile.
Now you treat me a bit like bittersweet,
Intrigue story indeed.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

We should set some boundaries rules,
Cause its hard to concentrate in school,
Now I am behind with my studies,
Underneath your fancy clothes,
I wanna see all your goodies,
That can make my whole body froze,
In desperate need of private lessons,
I am all-in,only fools would oppose,
Distracted again by your thigh gap,
My only dream is your *** I could slap.

Seeing you in those yoga pants,
I really can’t stand a chance,
You’re giving me a hard *******,
So let me ask you this question,
Am I somehow in a therapy section ?
Cause I want to make a confession,
And hopefully will get me in detention,
Under your supervision,
You shouldn’t be allowed to teach,
So take your sweet *** back to the beach.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

Girls don't date good guys,
They're too nice and too polite.
Even though they all act fine,
A girl wants a real man to find.

Women chase the"bad guy" type,
The good guy watches from the sideline.
How girls are dizzy feeling a vibe,
Screaming that girl should've been mine.

I understand that you're very upset,
I would be too,if my life was such a mess.
Feeling like a pawn on a table chess,
You havent met your queen just yet.

The society is to be blame,
For teaching a man not to be himself.
They taught us how to hide,
And when to tell a lie.

**** the society and all its rules,
For telling a man what to do.
Stop acting how you're supposed to,
And let the women really know you.

Man against man will compete,
Until  her attention is achieved,
You must conquer all your fears,
To get the woman of your dreams.

It may come as a surprise,
Being nice it's a cool disguise,
It has nothing to do with beauty or youth,
Being a man it's just a matter of truth.

Girls choose bad guys,
Cause they are not shy.
With one thought bear in my mind:
Good guys are always left behind*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

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 ©

I gave you my music box,
To help you relax,
But it wasn't enough.
You never used it up,
You toss it in some other box,
Full of unwanted stuffs.

Or thrown in some darker drawer,
Where even light hasn't reached out,
I've got every right to be angry about.
Maybe it didn't cost me that much,
I've only spent like thirty bucks,
But Honey, that was all I've got.

Perhaps some other girl got her hands on my tiny box,
Same way you got rid of dresses from all your ex-es.

I never gave to a girl before,
A music box to help her loose snore.
Now it ***** to finally see,
How really cheap you think of me.*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©