You’ve made a mistake choosing me,

Because I,

Will cry a river,

Won’t you peak.

I’ll be the dawn on a summer’s day,

Wait for thee.

No river burns too slow;

No fire runs too fast.

I’ve made my mind up,

To make it last.

Why is it?

Though,

To be a busy bee.

Like though,

My heart stampede.

The simplest situation,

Turned burn hands,

Into complete,

Like I was your forever need,

Oh please,

Yes,

Yes please.

Like that,

My fire’s super neat,

My baby,

He’s not my everything.

He can’t be.

Oh my simple deed.

He appease,

My thoughts indeed!

But don’t be my lumber,

Jack, you be,

My beloved creed.

And that’s where his mixer turns.

One minute I’m up,

Full and stomach not growling,

Upset,

And my feet are still two feet,

Shaking,

Pebbles and rocks,

Will they move more,

From my heart earthquake.

And then he said,

In those soft spoken yet ear full of words he said…

”I’ll never be good for nobody.”

Well sir, neither will I,

So where do we go from here.

A statement so cheeky.

All is well as a lullaby that can’t even rock a genie to sleep.