Seeking this emotion, has cupid fallen to never...
Man has taken the pistol and shot this heavenly...

So Mr.-solid-as-a-rock
I'm pretty sure you have hit your final mark...

Moving along, steadily, as I waste each day it...
So shall I blunt it out once again so I can drip...

Pondering on this dusty road,
I remember carrying you...

Queens of all seeking the right hand power,
Expansion of land, pushing others like a bully...

Still slaving away since the first,
Others fighting for more when will africa burst...

Here I sit slowly wishing for my death to come,
Cul-de-sac...

Your breakup of us with such torment,
Stabbing me deeply like a sting from a hornet...

Like a family falling down almost like a drained...
Proudly on top, but no longer be...

The first sight of you,
Took my breathe away, too true...

Speeding my hands while others taste the smell,
Suicidal thoughts haunting me to go to hell...

Who am I fooling this daily attention,
Like a child I'm feeling, those looking too many...