Am I really a humanitarian? a poem

AM I REALLY A HUMANITARIAN?

I met her in all honesty bliss
I fell in love I had this inner peace
Luck smiled at me I got her number
or is that not the order?

***

Soon enough we began the calling,
conversing in the morning, afternoon and more in the evening
We gist we play, we joke and all
but I didn’t ask her out not at all.

***

The passion soon went cold
colder than the dogs nose
but the issue is that who could I have told?
sighs… only God knows

***

She had some issues and ran to me
I fixed her not that I had so much with me
We soon revived the withering root
I guess that’s how to tow love it destined route

***

All these while she felt nothing for me or for us rather
although I’m at fault for not asking her out, no doubt
now she thinks I’m a humanitarian
Am I really a humanitarian?

©Modest Poetry

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