Desperate Valentine

“Hope”, she said and I hoped

“Nope”, she said and I groped.

Everything that happened in between

was a dream that I’d never seen.

Our souls were made for each other,

but our eyes said something else.

I stood on barren lands waiting for rains

while she collected seashells.

“Well! That was a bit dramatic.

Your poetry is getting very sick.”
"You're too bright for a blackhole like me"
"No! I'm too right for an asshole like you"
Her words were creepier than mine,

but then I thought, “Everything will be fine”.

She’s just in an indecisive phase,

and that’s why she hates my face.

But then it dawned upon me

that she’s born to live free.

She had a million dates and I had none.

I just wanted her to be the one.

“Just forget about her”, my heart cried.

“I’ll give it another shot”, and I tried.

This was a desperate Valentine’s song

You figure out what went wrong.

When you want to smile and dream

When you want to shout and scream

All you do is drink and sulk

Kill that big-ass romantic hulk

You end up jotting a gibberish verse

Stop it, Moron! You’re making it worse

Okay okay okay! The buck stops here

And girl, if you’re still reading, “Come let’s have beer”

Let’s have beer

Have beer

Beer

Be my Valentine!

Wine n Dine

Rise n shine

Oh! My love

I’ll make you mine!

“SHUT UP! The bar is closed

Come back at nine”

Okay Fine!

Bubye Bubye Bubye Bubye Bubye Bubye!

This is my, very last line!

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