I sent a truck full of kisses,
To her house best I could do ,
As my lips too weak to produce a mountain😆.
And when i see her smiling ,
I don’t know which one of us is happier.
I don’t know what to read next,
I don’t know what to write next,
But I’m writing, don’t know why?
As I’m still learning the process of understanding what love is.
As i got it there’s no such thing ,
As that of perfect girl or true love,
Because it’s a mirage, it’s a cheat!
You either die a hero or you live long enough,
To see yourself become the villain of your own story.
This poem, ‘ Best i could do ‘ is under copyright of RhYmOpeDia.
© 2018 RhYmOpeDia
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