today

CATASTROPHIC VIRUS...

Begging has turned in to a hobby in the quest of love,
Promiscuity taking the lead in this endless fiasco,
Alluding me to the gun: you the vague target...
Trying out my best but turning into walls of Jericho,
Maybe my back will make you realize, but never regret.

The days have become worthless, and unbearable,
Soliloquizing no more a phrase but praise in fact dominant!
Why? Why do this to me? Why?
With the great patience perhaps humility, isn't that tolerable?
Maybe my back shall make you realize, but never regret.

Being frank is all I want; the moment is here beautiful queen,
My heart open it is without any iniquities,
I'm burning, consuming severely my solace being you
But you see not, as I wallow in the pool of suffering like a motherless ewe,
Maybe my back will make you realize, but never regret.

Giving up isn't my wish albeit...
Saying goodbye makes me dumb I swear
And seeing you leave perhaps will make me faint,
Rather render me helpless, make no jilt
Maybe my back will make you realize, but never regret

Words said well written... As big as you can see
Wishes boldly printed, perfectly drafted on the vast sea,
Feeling flying wildly the mood being somber,
Strutting becomes mine no more; all needed is your sagacity,
Maybe my back will make you realize but, never regret.

Time to pen of my love, pulse of the heart,
‘Cause the clouds are gathering, expect a deluge soon,
In spite all that rekindle the vauntility and set me free,
The ball in your court but don't let me go...
Don't abandon me....lamenting...

#tears#