French Leave
Party keeps raging on fire
I leave out the front door
like a ghost without desire
float into a bed of a whore
donate my seed to the choir
I hear the Symphony soar.
A foxy fugitive
Took a French leave in France
Running away from a freezing point
Later, she found her fresh face in the foyer of a freeman freudman
And her fragrance in his free love
After many a fully full moon
Wherein French kisses had went on with many French letters.....
Five months later, she was found with child.
You filled my life with emptiness
When You left me in my distress
all i needed was your company
but all you left me with was tragedy
You entered my life aright
but you left in my discomfort's daylight
How cruel and capricious of you of Girl!
You took away my every pearl
You sank my ship of trust
When you duped me to the dust
You injected my soul with grief
when you left me on a french leave
You were my angel, my nurse, my all, my sun
but you caressed my wallet till it was gone
You left my wholesome heart shattered
and my crispy pocket tattered
Now I am figure without a reflection
Am suddenly a night without the stars
And though you left me with my voice, you took away its power
When you killed my trust on the field of love
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