I am not a comedian
sorry you know
i try to think of the fun
of telling a great joke
told by some stranger
heard while passing the
corner of old road
tired and had to take a rest
he made them laugh
so I took the good parts

I am not a storyteller
remember the story from yesterday
I lied I might not been the character
she that I heard from the village market
beautiful lady crying while
she cried and yielded more lies
from the tears loved her skills
when I knew she was telling
someone else's story she might
from a point been told

i am not a lover
the sweet things I imagine
from a shade I witness
him holding her tender to her frown
i must liked the way she rubbed his hair
soft touch he ravaged his chest
or it's the look he gave
a promise to never leave
then he gave a promise
so romantic

i am just not sure
maybe am not me
you can't be sure