BEAUTIFUL NUISANCE


To my beautiful nuisance,
I am a woman of ironies and cynism.
My affections are hidden like the worst riddle.
It’ll keep you guessing if they are existing or not.
This is my way of loving.

To my beautiful nuisance,
I will never tell you how happy I am having you.
This is something immature of me to confess.
I will never tell you how you brought out the best of myself.
This is my way of loving.

To my beautiful nuisance,
I am oddly elated with how you handle my insolence.
I cannot fathom how many smiles you have given me.
You are my happiness.
But forgive me for always telling you otherwise.
This is my way of loving.

To my beautiful nuisance,
Keep reading me not through the words I say.
You were never a nuisance at all.

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