Don’t tell me that obvious lie
I’m not at all curious about how you gonna die
If I am to ask a furious you to tell me why
You gonna give me a serious foxy tale to fly
But that is your luxury flight to nowhere in the sky
To flirt doesn’t mean I can sooth your heart
And to fight does not mean I will get hurt for you
When I take a flight to run don’t hold my shirt
Lady no more calling my name
When a man says it is done over with love
There is no turning back to the wishes of the angels
If I’m to give you an ear even for a second
You will give that sweet second confession
That is laden with honey bait for my money
No wonder I take my journey before your words get to me
For I have been fooled by that fake innocence
More than the fair share of forgiveness I have given you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem