The wound is still fresh.
I wonder if it will ever heal.
Things were so cool and on an even keel.
What happened to our dreams?
My eyes are already stream with tears.
I know not your schemes.
I shouldn't have gone to the extremes.
So tight were we like a team.
Everything looks so gleam.
No longer can I see our seam.
Just as am about to get up more steam,
Things turn out to be like a stream.
What I know is love sucks,
and it shucks.
Too bad I gave all attention.
Always assure me of her affection.
No longer see any redemption.
All I can see is just a good old suspension.
Don't want to be put in a state of declension.
Look too good to deserve this indigestion.
- Enoch Desewu