A Plea Poem by Laila laila

I plead o winds, , don’t breath that past into my lungs
Let me assure my self that m happy the way I am
what if I have no will and desire
Let me say I’ ve mastered the art of faking happiness
And pretend to be alive

I do not expect any thing out of YOU
Expectations can be a failure, ,
but life isn’t thats what they say
thousands have tried, , , and am on their way

a shame that i carry with grace
adorning my veil with beads and lace
Am happy the way am, ,
I have no worries to retain the goodies,
but the women in my man

I sleep with the sigh of relief next to a chilly alp
with never so ending nights
holding the pillows so tight
just to realize, ,
Its time to go to work!
To feed the ever so hungry stomach