My Mockingbird


He wrote her a song, it's the words of his song he left unfinished,
Supposedly it was love, yeah they left it freezed.
Selfish of how they used to feel,
Just each's presence could breathe them peace.

Hand twined hands they could walk the miles,
Loved her as much as she did, read it through her beautiful smiles.
Beauty of an angel? **** she was purely beautified,
One fiction written in and out her eyes, she was ****** fair he could tell a story of lies.

Nevertheless she'll never know his real love, on that his seat is tears are blood,
What a nightmare he sighs he cries
Relief will finish his song, not later but today,
Here he begins it  says:

" You are my Mockingbird,  you mesmerise my world,
With your voice that of the unknown angels, ****! God Jesus I'm outta words
Your eyes are diamonds glittering
**** girl you leave my heart pumping hard, beating and longing hard for your loving. "

That's what he wrote allow me to say,
He wouldn't dare **** throw it away
Oops that ain't how it works, this muhfucken world is bitter and harsh,
Thus something happened and tore him apart...