Mr.Right

We talked our night away, and after i begged him to stay. As he departed, the tears they had started. And quickly he wiped them away. It's no lie that we both cant spell, or that he's a wannabe, a mischevious hell. Forbidden, is this whole affair, I reflect on this as i comb my hair. This is too good to be real, he says. And I reply, it isn't. He twirls me in the air, and gives me kisses without a care. But VIk, oh Vik! i cannot bear to pick, between my heart and the cross i must bear. Heavily weighed on my shoulders, This has turned into a nightmare. So until it's course has been run, I will prance around in the darkening sun, with the guy that i like so much. This is wonderful, this is such, SImplicity!