I close my eyes and go to a happy place,
A little wooden house, that I would call my palace,
A way from reality, humanity,
And the falseness in their mentality,
I close my eyes and dance,
Move my waist, thighs and ass,
Trying to smile at the happiness from within.
As I smell the scent from him.
I close my eyes and a hot tear drops,
I hold my tummy and I feel a pop,
6 months later and the events unveil,
Not of me with a veil on my face,
Walking down the isle…
I close my eyes and try not to cry,
I still wish it was last July,
When he passed nearby,
I just wish I said goodbye,
I close my eyes and feel his touch,
Hope I’d been a better judge,
Not to let him part my legs,
After a meal of bacon and eggs..
I close my eyes and remember his kiss,
Not that on my cheek, but on my lips,
As we watched the moon, hoping for an eclipse,
As I hoped that I was not just a “chips funga”,
I close my eyes and remember his last text,
“I have a girlfriend and things are cool now, we can still be friends though”
I can still feel that sharp pain on my back,
How could he be such a jerk!!
I close my eyes ;
And try to go back to my happy place,
Hoping that I will cope up with the pace,
That I do not have one but two heart beats,
I close my eyes,
And go back to dance, this time round,
Not shaking my waist, thighs and ass,
But dancing to the rhythm and beat from within,
I close my eyes and hope everything will be better.