You come home late in your short skirt
You're such a flirt, that's what really hurt
I pretend to be asleep as you enter
You see at this game I'm a beginner
In my universe you've become the center
I'm never sure what to say or do
When I get the blues
So I act a fool

Under your breath you start to giggle
You crawl in bed and start to wiggle
My emotions get so fickled
  Inside I start to cringe
Cuz you need to make amends
Fast asleep I still pretend
Yet I guess you have your plan
And it's all that I can stand
When you whisper "You're my man!"

Don't wake me from this dream
It's not a bad dream
Hell I don't know what it means
First I start to waste away
Then you feel the need to play
Perhaps I'll figure life out someday...

O’ custodians of poetry
Gather all at the Poet’s hall
Take a pledge to write
Poetry shall flow endlessly
Creativity shall never end
Our words shall birth future poetry
Prayer to our Muse
For the flow of inspirations
We can make harmony
When poets gather in unison
Poetry will be enriched
With the feelings and emotions
Poetry shall inspire the poetic minds
To come out of the slumber
Here, poetic world beckons
Creativity is a talisman
O’ custodians of poetry
Listen to this prayer