To be someone,
who's loyal by heart,
when I say:

". . . it's through"

*IT
IS
T R U E
.

Every tick,
my clock drips,
my eyes leak,
with heavy lids.

Yes, I was sick. . .
and they left me,
when I was weak.

The friends I thought,
were for real,
only spend time for chills.

I'm not cool,
but never a fool.
I just want this life's
better piece.

To give me someone
who never kills,
a heart so frail, as me.

A man,
a lifetime friend.
My missing puzzle piece.
That everlasting kiss!

Who could promise:
"  *In sickness and in health with me  "

But in all of these,
I know, 
God is with me.

" Always giving . . .    
. . . always watching, "

**Making a better backstory.

For all the things
I try to say,

Why do "goodbyes"
Always slay?

Cause not even once,
Did you insist,
To stay.

I said a word,
With pure,
**Dismay.

You've degraded
My meaning of love,
To something,
  S E L F   C O N F I D E N T I A L
*. . .

You are an old song
I'm still trying to remember.

Im just waiting . . .
For the right person to come.
To prove to me,
That you're really,
*Not the one.