Loved by a Stranger

I have a ton of problems
that I fail to try to solve.
I try seeking the good
but is always challenged
to make it bad.

But,
Baby boy,
you are by far
the finest trouble I’ve found.
I tried to make it good,
but was only treated with the bad.

I fell in love with a stranger.
I dared him with wink.
“I don’t have a ring.”
He waved back.
I didn’t think it was that bad.

This was just the beginning
of my troublesome love.

There was no good,
it was only just the bad.

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