Street story

As I walked down the street,

I met a girl, kind of sweet.

We said hi and we conversed,

She was great but it reversed.

Shortly after we have parted,

She blamed me, but she had started.

We were great, like a fire,

And we have ended, oh yes, sire.

It was painful, I was sorry,

She was pretty, end of story.

I can only wish her luck,

She still see me as a lazy ....