His smile,
His dark Brown eyes,
His touch,
His low sweet voice,
He has it all,
When he look at me, oh lord help me,
I feel like my heart is beating so fast, I need a blast,
I took his hand, my voice was stuck,
I wasn’t able to say the words,
But I did and smile, ‘I love you’
I felt him shaking and mumble :’I’m sorry’ and he walked away.
Why? How is it possible? I was sure he loved me back.
I burst in tears because I know I will never catch his love.
I stay stoned on the street and my spirit flew away,
The death looks sweeter than this bitterness.
The night looks better than this sadness.
Being in jail is greater than this sudden mental illness.
Help me, Help me at least to forget you,
Help me to turn off this madness,
Sunshine