He Is Out Of My Life:
It's been one thousands and sixty days;
Since he went away
He searched for love, throughout the night
like a vampire, who afraid of the light"
He whispers sweet nothing in the fool ear;
His charm and charisma was his tools'
It been one thousand and sixty days
Since he went away;
He often said the he wouldn't stray;
His clothing and Jewelry, still hang in my closet;
Oh! how l want to forget it;
White, Beige, black and plaid shirts;
All hang in place, beside my skirts;
Oh! where is my Child Father?"
Does it really matter?'
Not far, but behind enemies line;
He is covered with guilt;
But his disolate look, can be detected;
The darn fool looks like a reck;
His aging face, his unsteady gait;
All signs of human bait;
His foolish pride, he egos bruise;
My child fathers have been screw,
By one of life greatest fears;
That's is having an affair:
And hurting the ones you love
for a roll in the hay.
At last ! the Judge would be ruling soon
You love me once,
however, you let the lusting
string you along.
so, long . so long,
be gone.... I do not love you anymore.
so here Is the door.