Started with a monotone morning,
core excited then to the evening.
I fear;
Fear of of what it might be for the later.
Everyone struggling to explain,
useless, cause I'm in pain.
Pain of thoughts,
that just made my mind rot.
It was hard to decipher ones,
like those crispy look but hard buns.
Just an essence,
in the need for every substance-
pleading your assistance.
Boy, you never fail-
to make me wail.
Wailing out of blissful,
the reason, ag, I'm cheerful.
What's more to take you aside,
when you're just right beside?
Where should I start?
Its not enough just a pineapple tart-
just in case you're late,
the one deciding, fate.
Forever,
girl-in-waiting.