Busy! Busy! Busy!

 

My girl is always busy.
Busy! Busy! Busy!

She sleeps light,
And when woken feels dizzy.

I call her a thousand times,
The ringing phone makes her tizzy.

My girl is always busy.

She warns me to behave,
And to stop acting like a crazy.
Nothing please her,
I should maybe try blue daisy.

My girl is always busy.
I get restless with longing;

When I see her I get a look lazy.
If I plead my case to her;
She calls it a dream delusional hazy.
Busy! Busy! Busy!
My baby is always busy.

The Greatest Love Poem

I grow fond of you each day;
You blossom like a rose.
If I had a choice, I would steal you,
And plant you in my life.
No more would my eyes long; your smell on me,
And I would be complete.

Digengagement

This cool shade beacons me on a sunny day
Giving shelter from the sun
The pain of the blisters unbearable
A little rest for the sole
Hunger and thirst wrench the stomach
The throat feels like parchment
You are the mirage
Followed I you like a lost traveler in sand
How much I need to endure to find you
The thirst, the hunger, the blisters, the sun
I can't fight anymore
Let me rest and built my abode
In this shade

She Loved A Wrong Man

She loved a wrong man
Who wanted to marry her
Who wanted to take her everywhere
Who wanted the best for her
The man who wanted her

She loved a wrong man
Who waited for her
Who heard her
Who fed her
The man who hugged her

She loved a wrong man
Who walked with her
Who listened to her
Who comforted her
The man who loved her

Last Ray Of Hope

I woke up to the noise of chirping birds
It was unusual as I am used to my alarm
Dragging myself to the window
I saw the morning sun
The night was difficult
The fiend ripped my heart out
I breathed deeply to fill my lungs
And feel alive
At distance I heard someone wail
Maybe she lost someone
While I was left to die
Let me loose myself in the pain
And catch that last ray of hope