Just a smile,just a word
Just a hint,just a flirt
We are young, we are wild
Who can dare, to challenge us?
Another look,another flirt.
Another smile,another word.
This will end up on switching numbers,
This will end up in switching hearts,
This might end up in broken hearts.
But baby life is too short
Too short to think about broken hearts.
So let us flirt and let us smile,
Let us say the words of sin.
Let’s take out all the wildness,
We were destined to.
Sip of wine,sip of gossip.
Sip of little bit of love.
A sip of sensational life.
There you go,another poem. Have been struggling to post a few days. Not that I didn’t write, but it takes time for me to think that my poem is perfect and doesn’t need any other change. If it rhymes properly or if it doesn’t. Things like these make me think one more time before I hit the publish button. And since you know that English is not my first language. Actually it’s far like 3rd or 4th language, I do still make a silly mistake in spelling here and there, and I am pretty sure you know how a small missing letter causes big of a change in meaning. And that did happen to me once or twice!