The Story of a night, late night
When she asked for the doggy style.
The Story of my life
Yes, the bad ending as always. To the good beginning in usual.
When she asked for the doggy style & I said I didn’t know
The shameful I felt but the dignity was at stake
We weren’t done yet, oh, that was still in a make
She was turned off, I guess.
My ego could have inflamed
Because her breathe and hope defamed
I didn’t know what to do
Puzzled I was
Shocked she was
Bad I felt
Sad she felt
How could I fail like this, at this point? I asked myself
I am not even dropped or feel for the finale.
It’s like I dropped at 2(mins) and she expected a half century
We did it in our traditional type and style
Irrespective of the unconventional new style
Not impressing her any or satisfying her
She could have ended the cold war saying,
“You are a black canvas & I can picture you any way I want.”
I was happy and I smiled
I realized the quote of God when she smirked.
“I will give you the happiest moments at such a bad time
that you won’t feel any (good/bad)”
Take it as you want
The punishment he gave me always haunts
I dropped eventually at 10 in the 3rd round while
it was the 1/3rd or what I was
Supposed to be around
We didn’t talk much but we should have
We didn’t appreciate each other but I should have
We didn’t go out after but we should have
That’s the story of my life
She asks for the style to do I didn’t know how to do.
And in search of what to do, I found many other important things to do.