You asked me then, if i rembered you when
it wouldnt be long, till id see you again
i made off with the win, and left you to sin
where you spend all you are, on what has not been
for nothing but, the madest of times
so i sing to you now, the saddest of rhymes
that maybe you, must just be mine
I cant remeber a day, theres so many away
i dont remeber our kids, who sat as they played
who will never be swayed, when their fates are all weighed
to survive what has made, all our souls to have paid
for nothing but, the madest of times
I stand up in all wow, at the fiercest of signs
that maybe you, must just be mine
for in there is no answer for the right,
way to use all of your might,
but you take it to your restless fight,
till i'm standing in the night,
illuminated by the light,
that shines on oh so bright
when you are looking in your rear-view sight
for nothing but, the madest of times
im in a bow as the church bell chimes
that maybe you, must just be mine
Softly, gently, I sipped
your red cherry-lip petals
patiently, silently, I grabbed
your brown nip-let buds
deeply, knowingly, I drowned
into your blue eye-oceans
The feminine body turns
to be a dates garden;
Amidst my own
barren desert!
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI