I can only write poetry when i’m sad. I tell this to all my friends.
I found romance online with a handsome Irish POZ, we became very romantic and he came to the Philippines. He stayed with me for 2 days and 2 nights. We were so happy. He had to leave. I wrote a poem on the train home after we parted.
My one day love affair is done.
I never thought you’d really come.
We did things only lovers do.
I wished you’d never have to leave.
My Irish luck have said goodbye.
Apparently it’s not good bye at all. He’s back in Bangkok and we plan to meet and spend Valentine’s together.