Oh horney love
My dear heartbeat
Your first impression was My worst experiance
On a painful night in tearful eyes you claimed My heart and conqoured it
You gave me hope without a single Word
I fell for it and surrendered
I followed you so blindly as if i were a zombi
Trusting all your routes
You led me up to where i was certain you would
Then suddenly you vanished from thé alter
And i froze there for one whole year
Tedious days and Boring nights
Freaking lonely weeks that turned to months
I survived all
And you faded out of My mind
Then like a rocket sent
You bumbed unto me again
And i didnt want to ever let you in
But i was overpowered by your appealing tongue
Your sensational soft touch
Your highly kingly attitude
I was reluctant to let you in
Knowing fully you are a thief
But Today When i wasted thé whole precious day , waiting on your orders for you My lord ,
I couldnt help but look into thé mirrow
And ask myself
What is it have i not got?
From My natural chocolat milk skin shade
To My pretty well lined médium eyes
My chubby chicks
My A-lined nose
My full-fleshed soft kissy peach painted lips
That matched to form My pretty face
To My proudly broad shoulders
My pointed Doll's- size boobs
My long cute fingers
My outstanding hips
My beautiful toes and feet in all
All fit in perfectly to My long black and rosy peach fine dress
I looked into thé mirrow once again
Meeting with My long shady eye lashes
All i could see was My henna decorated hands clenching their fist
And My dark haired long braids still standing élégant in their bunned style
But My soft/hard amazing eyeballs were hidden Beneath thé painful glass of tears
Eminating from thé pain of waiting, thé pain of being second, thé pain of being no higher than a seasonal confort
I was so scared of What happens by june
Not minding What is happening now
Oh beloved one
What pleasure do you derive out of My painful moments you créat
You keep me waiting for days
You dont let me let go of your love
At thé edge of being free
You resurface back and take me back .
Just so that My wounds never heal
I wonder whether you are Hitler by himself
I wonder When i'll get to unlock My heart and let go of your suicidal love
I wonder When i will smile and open up My doors for other contenders to show up their worth
I wonder What is still holding me back
I wonder What is it that i have got not
Is it thé conviction or thé courage
Is that not short périod of pain of letting go of you not better than thé long time of torture i endure in your hands ?
Dont look too much into My eyes
I cover them up in dark shades
Cause They are so weiry from thé too much tears that flows everyday
Dont look too deep Beneath My dress
My flesh, My heart are all worn out of shape
So i cover them up in those pièces of ornamented outfits
I looked into thé mirrow and i asked myself
What is it that i have got not ?
Finally letting thé final tears roll out...
You cant malhandle me and still get hold of me
Oh Not this time again too....
