Prospective

Prospective

I love, all the things that does not matter.
I enjoy humility, the matter of the poem.
If in fought for my annoying point,
I will will lose, your understand?

I simply make request, for your godly lips,
If i get, all that i want i will be, the honnour kiss.
Seems, i am the big evolved, only celibate,
Ask, if asking give good answer?

Running in single harness,
Go away, i know, that you just do not,
Want my love, so why do i want you?
If i understand i am fled?!

Maybe,.. maybe, all this wish,
Screw back, that game i am just on,
If i dont make this work my way,
Well this prospective, i have to pay.