My name is MarkThe man who died and resurrectedLol.. I’m joking don’t feel manipulatedThis is my storyOf an almost lost gloryTrust me it’s not furyAnd
A rattled soul Sour,and restless to the core, He was an untamable beast, Uncontainable, Untill he met her, She was arrayed in pure Beauty, Her
My soul was threatened todayAgony striking me I could barely thinkMy thoughts knocking crudely against my mushy brainAnd my body was thrust towards the mystic
Whenever people talked about loveHer name always lingered my mindMaysie was a love languageAnd I was a believer in second chancesUntil she proved my worth
It’s all your fault That fifty girls are on default That all my calendar is halted And all my uncanny behaviour coated. All my actions
I’ve already said muchThough I don’t know muchI never thought I’ll love you this muchI never thought you’ll be on my mind this much Please
My African piece of royalty My beautiful bundle of joy My explicable source of smile Broke my south African space of loyalty. She said her