Sorrow Love

The thought that I am an X
Hardens my soul.
Met guys in the past—
When I told them about love,
Were so fast to vanish.
Now, am certain that guys are the same.
But when I got with you, my heart paused for your
Red lips,
Almonds eyes,
Soft hands,
Coarse hair,
Sweet voice—
Instilling this fantasy of the perfect man
As it crawls into my thought
With countless romance tales.
Having seen too many disappointments. . . .
I let that phase of my life slip away.

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