The moment I walked in on this scorching room,
I saw innocent faces of sorrowful bloom.
You stared at me when I shook everything off,
Holla don’t worry because I can’t be so off.
We spent 5 months of knowing each other,
I’m happy enough with the words that you utter.
You may sometimes don’t get what I want you to do.
Pretty good things are all I want just for you.
I often don’t understand how you always feel,
Seeing your good deeds is contentment and real.
I love that childish mind in your wealthy young age.
A movement of prissiness is such funny beige.
When you wrote sorry in a white crumpled board,
This heart was lacerated by your one holy sword.
You may have not noticed these sacrifices that I’ve done,
One day of change is your realization in down.
I’m your commando in a most fashionable look,
You’re my soldiers who are fearfully all always hooked.
I’m looking forward in your ramp of achievement,
Seeing that white gown in you is so much fulfilment.
