THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME
The shame is on me; and the blame, also—
so picture me in your eyes as a lame—
and frame my name in a tame game
that always carry the same flame.
The mistake is on me; thus, the regrets
that I did,and I would always make are never fake…
so puke not the sweet cake that I have baked…
so puke not the sweet cake that I have baked…
And let`s not part ways; let`s stay together as if we`re
a canned oil-and-flakes instead—for the sake of the make-love
that we had and have to undertake; then for the better changes
that I intend to make—to where at stake
are the unbreakable promises for you to intake afresh.
Hence let my stance bounce not out of balance;
and perhaps let our dance run out not of trance—
so in your face, right before my mine,
I could still be able to land a glance
on the chance-of-a-lifetime—
and that is within your embrace.
