Looking back at the day we met
From where I’m sitting sulking now
I regret what made me ask you out
I made jokes with cordiality
You spoke eagerly and giggled
Your voice sounded like an angel
Your smile stole my tactless presence
Reaching home, I told my people
They stared with concealed cautious look
Thinking I was pulling their legs
We moved in as one ever since
You say you love me, state again
The things you do, query your claim
Hot tears run down my face freely
Comments
Iboro
The bones of the write are there, the rhyme was missing in many places..
Let it sing even if it is a sorrowful song it still has one, Sit again let the tears flow and let the poem sing, Yours Ian.T
A crying song...
The tears are dried now and what remain are only hiccups. Patterns and rhythms are all I seek and the rhymes will follow. Thank you for the bashing and pushing, I appreciate your encouragement. Best wishes.
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pthetic. Your fiends tryed to help you but you deluded youself
Love a womanwho loves you.
In deed pathethic...
In spite of the smooth curves of an egg, round, it is meant to be, there is always a 'but'. The air inside makes it hard to remain round when cooked. Sometimes, people pretain to show love and affection when all they do is to scheme for their selfish aims. It could be late to find out and retract steps or go to the grave with delusion. Thank you for the comments and best wishes.
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My personal issues, forget it.
I see you have been polishing your meter. Much better,
I applaud you