Pure liquid poetry pours out of my head,
Leaving my will and wishes for dead.
Just cannot stop this crazy mind,
From spitting out another rhyme.
Give it a rest!
Brain please hibernate.
Wake up in the morning, if you’re not too late;
But please! For the sake of sanity!
Please give me a break.
I’m wearing away in my dying days,
Just waiting for a future…
Where is she True Love?
You promised me.
It’s time for me to meet her.
This Wife you promised,
In exchange for me being honest.
Where is she? Who is she?
Come on; you promised.
I pledged my destiny to True Love. Remember?
Well? Who is my True Love? What have you done with her?
Is it you? Is it you? This is getting boring…
Or is it just another story?
A tale to tell your kids at night.
Oh yes it’s real; believe in True Love. Goodnight.
It’s real for everyone but me it seems;
For my True Love is still only The Woman of My Dreams.
