Tell a friend..."Cruel Lady"...
My faith is donne
`Cause I met this girl.
My story is a Dolphin tale
Something you’d never heard
And now I’m about to let you know
How did it happened
How did it grew
This strange tale
This unusual love
That makes me suffer
That makes me scream
And wish
Never be
Anything else
But a foolish lover
Of this strange woman.
When I met her
I was a boy
With glitter eyes of happiness.
Now I’m a Man
With tears rolling down
Across my bleeding Soul.
One day
She looked at me and she asked:” Are you gonna light my cigarette or I just have to beg?”
I remember thinking; “For you baby, I would burn at the stake”.
And then she said:” I need a man to fix the garden at the place I live.
There’s no need experience…I just need someone who knows how to take care of my roses.”
That’s how I knew
That she wanted me
To “take care of her Roses”.
I wished I’d never knew
Those roses
And those spiky thorns
That made bleed
My heart and soul.
One day I was gardening
Next day she gave me the key
And I had the role of a “Mandingo Boy”
Making her foolish dreams
About African Lust
To become true.
There was money to spend
And party nights
Everyday.
Expensive cars to drive
And Bank accounts to provide.
But I did not had
The love she promised to me when she said:
“I need you to take care of my roses.”
Time was passing by
Slowly but cruel
Like a winter storm
Of frozen white snow.
One day
I woke up
And looked myself
At the mirror.
I saw an old man
Deceived by the love
Of a mistress
With empty hands
And a Soul full of deception
Because one day
I met a woman
That took my Heart and Soul
Turning myself
A fool in her hands.
I was a fool…
I was a lover…
And if it happens for you to know
That Lady
Run like the wind
And never look back
Cause the name she uses is
“LADY POETRY”.
Autor ©: Peter Lee Dolphein, Braga, March 15th 2008
“To be a Dolphin, is not a curse… It’s a gift.”
“Dolphins do not get older … They just get better”
Lee Dolph.