The Broke Lover
The Broke Lover
The damsel is more of an angel…
I had waited for money
But the beauties couldn’t wait for me
I had panted for riches
Till the wives were all chosen
I considered me a fool
If I halt a lady with my slippers
My unshaven hair
Saving hairs in place of money
What a disaster!
I always loved to take her
In my Ferrari
Always loved to take her shopping
I always held her hands in mine
walking abreast in the highway
And she’ll request an ice-cream
I’ll stretch my hand out and have it brought
We laughed and laughed
Ate and drank
Sang and played
Sat and stood
She got all she wanted
With the aid of my card
She got the world in her palms
With the rode of my cash
She is the star
In my darkest nights
That shines brighter
Even brighter than the moon
These are handiworks of my mind
And there’s no antidote
On earth to flush the memories
the imaginations of my mind
All these happens when I go to sleep
Because I love her so much
And couldn’t do without her
And the reason why I chose to stay
Late on bed
But wake to meet reality
Today’s her wedding –
– to my best bloke…
…cause I’m still broke.
© 2018 Ebizimor Boloukie