Dear future wife
Did you meet the thief
Or we playing hide and seek in life
Come find me, don’t dive
Come give me, I need that love
Maybe you’re looking for me in the church
But no, come to rave today after lunch
That’s where I go these days
I can’t say I don’t love church
But I go once a year
That month after November
Can’t promise to take you to church
But am always God fearing
Can’t say we won’t fight
But trust me, neighbors won’t know if we do
Cant say I won’t fail you
But trust me, I’ll have done my best
So dear future wife
Just to clear the air
Am a tanker and its fair
I drink like a truck,
call it the driving force
That’s life though,
And its never fair
Dear future wife
Come expecting for nothing
I disappoint a lot
I got demons
They are all eight in number
Hope you’ll know the better of them
Lets rave, so we can find each other
Yours faithful
Future husband
©jonteh
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