I saw everything,I knew what was happening,my intuition triggered at the right,my reason fathomed all the evidence conversed.
All I wanted was the infamous peace which came estranged to me,the dove up high above,let's soar and glide in the air reversed.
I wish I could but explain my dear fellow friends on why everything is strange,a straight divergent from the heavens,my dear you were made not to fit in.
Perhaps my melancholy will take this waltz with me and my dipsomania will lead me to the frenzied thirst of Scotch,a piercing sensation runs down my hands like a prickly pin.
At the top of the mountain Kilimanjaro,did I indulge into my rehabilitation far from prying eyes and discouraging remarks,the point of the recovery is to find only me.
Breath in, exhale out, thumbs up to I little Missy,the chip of the old block brimmed with gay and ferocious demeanor yet it all came to an abrupt standstill as in a squashed bee.
Yesterday I was, tomorrow I will be,the relevance of it all amount to naught and much more distraught.
Life,why does our relationship fall to rock bottom, always between the...