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!
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