The past
is like first love, we met and it was the most beautiful thing
it was as wonderful as listening to the nightingale sing
she was not so Angelic but her heart was as vast as the Pacific
in that I could not help but dig her like a farmer
she had a slightly long pointed nose like rays at sunrise
with tomorrow as the promising sky blue beauty in her shiny eyes
in some sense she was a definition of true innocence
trust was in the delicious taste of our first and my longest kiss
she was a treasure I would die for before time happened
and the globe beneath us shifted as I dared to blink
things changed since, the romance and innocence was lost
the promises were broken, wounded I bled
and the scars have remained, they are a ghost
from a life I want forgotten, a life that's dead
the past is my ex,no matter how bad I want her back
it can't happen, and thus I must date the present

The present is the girl I can't avoid
She is just my consolation in the period of hopeless oscillation sometimes she's beautiful and most times she's ugly
she's close to someone I'd marry but she isn't the one
for she is always on the move, tick by tick
with her ruby lips that are over spiced by lipstick of anxiety
I love her or I think I do simply because she feeds the ***** of my esteem
and wets my dry lips of despair with her tasteless kisses
I **** her ******* of opportunities like a hungry puppy
I totally enjoy the moment, I know she won't last forever
after all I have my future to work for and she's somewhere
at the end of the road waiting to lay eyes on me
she's so tired of waiting to meet her soulmate

The future is the lady of my dreams
we haven't met yet but my mind has a vivid picture of her
she has a soft light skin, straight organised white teeth of responsibility
and dimples of uncertainty that dig deeper whenever she smiles
she has the qualities of a mother to my children but she's currently
bedding wrong people (laziness) and getting hurt
albeit we haven't met, whatever I do has an effect on our life together
she is blinding bright like the midday sun,
with a pony tail of destiny hanging down her back
she loves children more than I do and is desperate to have some
she's an Angel and thinking she might fly back to Heaven scares me
she loves me and I love her more even if we don't know each other
and when I meet her, she'll be tired of getting hurt
and trusting wrong people, she will not trust me easily
but I'll steadily build the trust with my loving future
she's the only one who can make me forget the past with her beauty
but sometimes I fear that's just an imagination
and she is actually as ugly as the marabou stock
with a coerce voice that will make me hate hearing her talk
she might be as black as charcoal and scary as unemployment
I'm afraid she might even be a ****** from the countryside
who doesn't know what kissing is let alone making love*

that's the thing about life, the past is
an Ex, the present is a loveless consolation of an affair
and the future the perfect soulmate we're not quite sure will find their way here