bastard, what are you doing here?
to take care of my wife
i thought you don't love me anymore
i wouldn't be here if i don't
i should've not sang about hibiscus
here's a lavender scarf, it's purple
what took you so long?
you're a world-class actress
is it that hard to believe my words?
i have just read the mildewed letters
i shouldn't have lied about the calls
i shouldn't have doubted your intentions
sorry for the trouble our neighbors caused
it's not your fault they started making rumors
i should've visited your new apartment
i should've answered your phone calls
will you stay beside me forever?
let me write our names on the 'nice' list first
you still have this fountain pen
long time no see, but hey, you're still mine
love me while we--- i still have time
YOU ARE READING
HIBISCUS: The Book of Amelie
Poetry*COMPLETED* The complex love story of a young actress named Amelie and her May-December lover named Daniel
