The Man I Love Poem by Nur Syazwani

The man I love,
Walking on the street, he got his style
Wore black coat, matching red neck tie,
I looked at the head, his hair is black,
But, why the beard is brown? ,
Perhaps, he meets the barber in the town.
Oh! He such a crown!

The man I love,
Freeze on the bed, sleep like a dead,
Born in diamonds and pearls,
Bulks of gold and jewels,
Million dollars of he earn,
Fun! , Fun! , Fun!
The taste bitter on the tongue,
All night’s he’s drunk.

The man I love,
So supercilious, human of egoistic,
His eyes glancing of tiger; am I a stranger?
Stand for the famous,
Should he deserves for the glory? ,
Till I know who the devil it is,
His foot on me,
Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish! It’s all finished!

The man I love; wrong man I love,
He stabbed into the vein,
My heart was bleeding,
Red splashes on my cloth, glasses of tears wash the blood,
Crying, Screaming, can’t heal the pain,
He won’t come back again.

Heart pieces of mine, heart pieces fly to the sky,
I asked them to sing with the birds,
I asked them to dance with the cloud,
I asked them to cheer with the drizzle,
I asked them to stay with the sun,
Surprising gift me the colorful rainbow, I asked the sun why?
Because I’m the special, I'm the precious,
Nothing is priceless, leave the stupid behind.