SPECIAL CHARM

Sitting in the isle side of the bed

waiting for the special charm

That's gone take time 

To win the fruit of the unknown

Not knowing what's going to happen

handsome, fence and the notion of charm he carries with him

she takes him for granted 

gets him angry 

he suffers with a smile in the face

she defines him into a rare exotic beat

she presents him as a wasted talent to the outsiders

its takes abstract notion to understand the way she drives him

she is a fruit sent from the heaven for him

she sees him as a distorted prince that needs to be polished

He is prince that rules a rare band of beats with a special

                             charm on his face he creates a heaven down here

WAITING FOR THE SPECIAL CHARM