a thousand wishes

B.S


I´m equipped with a heavy heart and a bow and arrow for shooting
or to write a book, make sure my characters are rooting
for a greater cause for love against all odds
but they say ¨not for fantasies cause love is exclusive to gods¨
so I pause, sitting here taking B.S from frauds
I say don´t worry it's my job


the bitter lies that I get told
that hurt my spirit and tear my soul
that makes me feel like I'm alone
and due to this my heart is cold
so when when I leave in the morning don't be wondering why
I left because I despise
you pretty little bull shit lies


What makes me mad, are the nonsensical lies
What makes me sad, are the pretentious eyes
Why lay blame at doors underserving?
Why can't she remain preserving?
The bullshit behaviors of others before her
Makes her wonder why bother?
Time and time she ponder
Nothing done made her grow fonder!
So with their bullshit talks
And childish games, aways she walks!



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