ALL OF THEM

~ALL OF THEM~

All the girls I fell in love with

Loved crying-all of them!

Maybe it was one of nature’s tricks on me

That every girl I fell for should be a cry fanatic.

So I termed them; crying babies

Even though they were all real ladies.

Perhaps it was their way of telling me

That they really cared

That me they really wanted

That I was the only one in the whole world

Who could ignite their libidos and make their eyes wet and laugh.

Or perhaps maybe it was life’s rule of showing

A creep like me how to school my temper

And learn how to pamper

Or perhaps it was my fate

That every woman I fall for should be a true lover

One who to my kids could be a real mother.

But my issue with these ladies

Is that I don’t love crying

Or maybe I do

I can’t remember

Maybe they pitied me for their thoughts for me were evil

Maybe they knew in their hearts

That they can’t love me till the end

So with tears they tear their own hearts and mend

Maybe I looked so weak in their eyes

That when looking into the future they feared for me,

Or maybe they over loved me

                            And when coming to think of it regret         

Wraps his hands around them.

Maybe falling for me was their biggest mistake,

Or maybe they could not comprehend the brightness

Of my future

And maybe thought 

I was being manipulated by literature.

Maybe I worried too much

 Cared too much and loved them like never

And couldn't give them my minimum in everything.

All the girls I fell in love with

 Were July born-all of them!

Even though I never asked them their birth months

Before my heart leaped into the pool of their hearts.

Maybe it was one of my heart's foolishness

That he never ever considered the saying;

'Look before you leap'

Or maybe I was very fortunate or rather very unfortunate.

All the girls I fell in love with

Never made me cry-all of them,

Except one, the last one

With the flawless face, French nose

Cute pink lips-always looking inviting.

Maybe I loved her like mad,

Yet still we were not meant to be.

Perhaps my soul 

 Was too proud of hers that he wanted

Her to change certain behaviours of hers.

But I understand her, sometimes

The last ones make you suffer much pain

Because they are the ones that are able
 To teach you the complete syllabus of love.

All the girls I fell in love with,

Were angles sent from above to teach me a lesson

All of them.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014