You write em poems when you're sad right..

It was supposed to be special.
I was really really looking forward to it.
To walking on the white sands, looking through the clear water
To counting the stars in the midnight sky together
Right from when i first gave the present two months ago.
Everything was planned to and fro
Everytime we want to do something special some shit has to happen.
How not to be dissapointed?

You think its a bad poem? I've heard worse. Its not meant to excite you. So too bad suck it up and let me dwell in it.