So I lost an opportunity of a lifetime
Call it wild, insipid or tame
I didn’t even know her name
But this wasn’t my time for fame
So I went home
You see I’m a man of impeccable character
But some will deny like Peter
I’m always loyal to my master
And I have a foster sister who’s a writer
I’m ever polite and considerate
All my mates have dates
I know they note that I’m late
But at my state I can’t debate
I’m well groomed but that confidence NO!
Though I’m a prince at glance
That cowardly act lost my chance
Now science isn’t of essence since it isn’t my defence
I failed the boychild
I wasn’t bold as was told
I never acted as I should
I’ll man up next I’m in the field
Her name I tried looking
I took a step of describing
The lady with hair this long
She wore pink heels without lacing
She wore silver earing
She wears black lipstick
She’s quick and thick
I was told please come back for feedback
When I came back I was given pictures to pick
There she was so beautiful
Her eyes so soulful
Was told bro be careful
She might be harmful
Mercy is her name so I was grateful
They were helpful
I said I’ll find her online
And soon she’ll be mine
But expectations and reality didn’t aline
She had no account no timeline
She wasn’t on social media
I had to draw a perfect plan B
Watch out for Part 03
Plan B worked!!
MayakaPoetry
The Passionate Pursuit Of Poetry
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