He’s sentimental,
Just a fool.
With his dreams,
Or so it seems.
Moon light,
Scented roses,
Pose a question,
That pulls,
At his heart.
Can he start?
He must,
Or he will go mental.
Thinks he’s got a virus,
Maybe he goes viral.
Boom Boom,
Whats that sound?
Someone at the door.
Never sure who.
Does he answer,
Or not?
He forgot.
Butt naked.
Too much juice
Feeling kinda loose.
Love, like a cancer,
Eating him away.
He will see,
Another day.
