Again i'm sitting besides a picture frame
Behind me is a huge wallpaper of you
Creation of a facial structure of you are all over the walls in my room
Dreaming of me and you in a paradise island riding a horse full of red and pink roses
Besides me there is a pen and book
The book contains amazing writings of love
Sweet words like a dove
As i write on it, i think of an amazing look
Behold i see a burning spear
Over the edge of the hill i can't persevere
My watery eyes filled with tears
Oh my wish i had chandeliers
On the verge of collapsing
The wales around vibrates the oceans
The vessels along the coastline begins breaking
Later i hear a strange sound of abrasions
Whose flower is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I cry hello.
Shanelle couldn't stop thinking about the love
It was just so lovesick and erotic
But she could never forget the belove
One day at a beauty shop,
I met a man selling bikini,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some vodka martini.
In sweet and gentle melodies,
The songs of love we sing with ease.
With heartstrings strummed by Cupid's bow,
Our love for one another flows.
Peter and Sarah, his co-wife,
Their story was one of strife,
For they had to share one man,
And each day was like a battle plan.