HOW LONG, CUKOO WILL CALL FOR HER LOVER?

Who's gonna stop me from writing sad, anymore?

You said you don't like it,

But writing about us has become my favorite chore.

You hung the call up and pull out the wire,

threw the fuel then start the fire in my desire.

But it couldn't stop me; I kept telling more and more about our lore. 

And you are noble and wise, so you probably knew the best,

Your one text and then the silence afterward would made me all wrecked.

And I was smiling like a insane, forgetting  that shame, 

bounded my heart when you abandoned me, with a iron chain but was that all vain? 

So I should stop pouring my heart in paper and take a break because it'll just leave stain.

Because I can't take more pain

But if I asked, for the last time can you once,

Come to me running like the your life depends upon me,

Hold my head and grab my waist; pull me closer to thee.

Tug my messy hair behind my ear then in my forehead give me little kiss,

So, I can have something to linger on, some memories to miss.

Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, 

At least I'll have something to hung.

I don't care whoever see or talk about what they saw,
Let's leave everything to murphy's law.

For the last time,
Let me hear you calling me mine.
For the last time,
Kiss me when I scream to the world I am only thine.
For the last time,
Only for the last time,
Let the world hear, I was yours and you are always mine.

If you don't want me around anymore that's fine, nayy?

And if you wanna just leave that's okay, 

Because, everything meant to be yours will always find its way.