So she is the hopelessly romantic
The one who believes fairytale does exist
And longings the love that leaks
So he is the one who seeks
For the freedom he dreams
For the hole of the cufflinks
Its not much of a love story
Just an emptied glass from wine and glory
When the one who sincere meets the one who doesn't believe in the power of roses
When the one who craves meets the one who does not want to possess
The writer of this poem is not a hopeless romantic
More like hopeless in being a good person at its peak
And she knows she isnt good at making poetry
At least she tried because she now cant sleep thanks to farisa for the wake up call.
Ps: It was 2am or so.