Loice

You always have a choice
You always have time for loice
Everyday between us there has to be noise
Am I in your game a dice.

Yesterday she called you coughing
You ran to her thinking she was choking
Her actions were so real and convincing
But all in all she was joking.

The other day I met Mohammed
You know how much he had traveled
And it’s just a little story I needed
But again, look at how we ended?

Your bests are your friends
You take me as if in them I have no dents
That are however not difficult for you to sense
When it’s you I believe can mend.

Tell me today am not an option
That all this moments together are not just captions
That all am doing to you are better than corrections
And that they are better intentions.

I have had a rough week in my head
Thinking as if though am dead
Rocking and rolling for hours on bed
Only to know that for you I was not made.