There was a guy,
Who got killed in a bike accident,
minutes after I kissed him.
Then the one who gave me a ring,
And left me the day I told him about me,
So that he would leave.
Another one who asked me for tea and cake,
Instead of drinks and dinner,
Whom I had to deny,
As I was so bored with the idea of being different.
Then came the time,
When I was fed up of wanting a guy.
I'd instead write a poem,
Two poem's,
I could even go for three poems,
Which finally made me leave home,
And head for a job !!!
