EXPECTATIONS

EXPECTATIONS
She’s saddened by his selfish acts
His sudden refusal to buy her cards
His impulsive outburst and harsh words

It has not been like this, she can recall all the things
The sweet massages, surprise gift shower
The utmost power. Love defined.

Bitter sweet is the taste in her mouth
As she licks the candy and thinks of Andy
She is angered to the core
As this was her first love
The man of her dreams
He swept her off her feet
And liked to hold her by her hips

She wanted a gift, every time they met
She wanted a lift, from her home to her friend’s
She couldn’t get the drift, when he was late for a sec
And she always insists that what she wants she always get

Is it his fault he went?
And always preferred to vent
In such a way that she knelt
Crying to herself
Hoping she’s dead?

R.I.P

I WISH
I wish I was an artist to draw your figure swit
Give your every curve the preciseness of the ink
Cast the light at one side and draw it to the pick
Draw your lovely eyes and ad the magic trick

I wish I was a poet to say some words so swit
To describe your beauty in as many words as I think
Saying how I love you and be more romantic
To prove to you that my love is not a fling

I wish I was a doctor to hear your heart beat so swit
Place the stethoscope and hear the lovely beat
Prescribe you medication that will make you be with me
And not for a while but for a whole eternity