It is ten o’clock, still waiting for my
girl,
Night was dared in a silence, but my
heart beats lot;
Sense of feared, shriek and
disappeared,
I waited together with spinning of
clock arms.
I have her beautiful photo in front of,
My burning candle, kicks the dreamy
light,
Where I could see her enchanting smile,
She is a loving, caring and perishable
woman.
The two hands in the clock were cited
together,
Means, the night of embarrassment and
seamy,
I heard dog barking at low voice; but snivel
typed.
And assure me, she is a coming here
lately.
” Dog whimpers, when it see ghost”. Is
an old believed.
But
for me, I think is a my girl coming dearly,
As door animal goes on sniffing loudly,
I left;
All my hopes, desires and burst into
tears.
My night with solitary, I cried and
cried for long;
All forms are not stable, we must know
and,
She neglected me, without a single
word,
Desecration
of promises, all made livingly,