"Barefoot on the grass; listening to our favourite song"
I envisaged our romantic getaways
With you, I was to form a bond
But my milieu got old habits to stay
So now I find comfort in the arms of my bed
Thoughts globetrotting in all shades of red
As licentious acts between Him and I continuously dance in my head
"Back to square one" I tell myself
"Perhaps it's for the best" I deceive myself
Maybe one day I shall understand the technicalities of love
Till then, I remain true to not letting anyone above.