"What's your flex😳😳??"
"What's your flex😣??"
He repeats
All my life
I was a wanderer
Here and there
Money was my thing
Girls were my co-living thing

But I saved 4 people with my clumsy love
The door opens☺️☺️☺️
Go home
Go save others with love

I miss my childhood
Just as how
I will miss my teen and youthfulness
When I get old
Waiting for unkown small kids call me grandpa
Pat their heads
And remind them, how my younger days we only had lantern

Will they believe,when I tel them I attended Jesus birth and death in one year😅😅😅

I want to write about her
Words worth her
One who loved me too much
Breakfast to lunch

Mom told me to cherish the woman who loves me
Maybe I was too duuuuuuuuumb
Never followed her words
Maybe am just another ***

Night calls became fewer.
Video calls,
Grew walls.
One in a new year.

Thought avoiding her was best
I did and left actions to do the rest
Just like krest
She cried nights and threw herself on crest

Left with nowhere to lean
She became too slim
As if she had a body trim
Nincompoop me never had brains to learn

Blaming
”am too modest” to have her
Her heart
And the good girl gal she was


Now she has lost me
Her world
Her kid
And everything she cherished

Am here playing peter pan
Kissing her home with words
Maybe am Judas
Consoling wat I hurt

Here we are now
Knowing we cant go back
Where we were
We just watch sunsets together

Maybe next life
After
Lemme be the parrot
That’s wakes her up and sings her goodnight

How sad

@sadpoet

'''"What makes you write poems?? "
do I have to answer that?
She said all poets undress gals with there sonnets
She thinks poems turns on skirt wearing humans
She doesnt know poets are ugly human
With sweet words
Carrying a dictionary of lies
They may write they are dead
But they are still writing'''