Distress From a Mistress
The first time we spoke, i felt like i
was on coke, Yes you heard me, coke.
The warmth in her voice, was directly
opposite to noise. It was so calm and
sound i wished departing from her
will never be announced.
But then there was a denial, which could
probably remain for eternal.
So i thought to myself, ''why not
plot a delve''? A delve i plotted
but then regretted. Why?
Because i failed, twice i failed. For
i turned up but on each occasion turned
down.
I guess you wondering, ''who is the issue''? Exactly
the question i issued.It's about this mistress, unaware
she's causing me distress.
For days her image remained a forgery,
that stares me in the face like a mockery.
Making me sink into sorrow like there will be no tomorrow.
At this point, there is one thing i am left with, HOPE.
I will hope she copes. But i will cope with hope.
Till i see the mysteries of her uncovered, she will
lie in the corner of my bosom, with hope she
blossoms.
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