Wreckless parody to the land of hurt,
In humpty-dumpty all ends in a hut,
From I love you to I love you not.
The flowers in every garden suffer this naught.
Wake up! You bloat of realities,
Sidelined by the virtue in stupidities.
A broken heart will only seek suicide,
Always remember to let your brain decide.
Into the badlands with ballads,
Hands over the head like wild lads,
Shaking hips to our own downfall,
Tears will soon roll like the waterfall.
She’s mine, she’s not mine.
Question from a soul drunk in wine,
Silently dying out of desperation,
Only to be buried in love’s expiration.
written by Tokede Daniel