Parcel of a tale.An incredible tale.
Once a upon a time,
I have a chance on with a damsel, a passable damsel.
Scratches, bruises, wraps all over her.
In particular, the heart.
A languishing damsel.
Coming by,
I grasp the pains, the hardships she's putting up with.
Consolation, bucking up, within my control.
Worst still, a dejecting me, shedding tears.
Dark hours,
brimming over the pot-belly.
Dusk to dawn,
A hot-blooded, a cool-headed, schlepping along the pathetic.
On that account,
the bond in us, reinforced.
Short getaway, outings.
Merriment.
Until now,
I'm behold by the absence of her existence.
The allegation, denunciation, due to lending a hand.
The scratches, the bruises, sometime ago wraps around you,
every bit around her now.
There's nothing, zero amount to nurse the allegation, denunciation.
Good intentions for a bestfriend, ripen into a laughingstock to the outside.
What does she benefit?
Why does she have to get hold of all these shits?
Damsel, you hatch the root of the problems.
They're your love, indefinitely, when alighting upon all those shits they've act to you, I still see you speaking for them, standing by them.
As well as they're your love, she's my love, a sector of me.
It's not fair, two-faced.
Jolly well,
this is the first and last time.
Silence is golden, keep in mind.
You fired up the gun,
I'm defending, defending the love of mine.
that's all.
I have my say.
OK,
I'll be back after grandma's birthday celebration.
Then and there, it will all be on the subject of me, myself.
