Troublesome

I adore my own company, Because I feel no female ever wants to be accompanied; by a shy guy with a million questions as to why I became a priority suddenly wagering happiness before saying I do, well, I died. Every girl I’ve come across has been a lost cause, their addiction to commas would prolong a long pause. I gotta possess a strong tail and be freakishly tall to invest in someone who didn’t want me at all? Expectations, they’re set too high why not help a man build so you both can get by? I miss when being good enough was an accomplishment, being in love compels me to try harder that’s where all of my efforts went. They say time is money well spent however some fester and litter with their hearts not paying the rent. Steady making excuses indecisiveness is foreign. Sign me up as Cupid’s warden issuing falsely accused warrants you can’t force love stupid, what world were you born in? Great qualities yet I’m overqualified, a bear cub separated from it’s owner can anyone hear the cries? The excuse they constantly give is “You’d make some girl really lucky” killing its screams so the pain hurts partially. I must be legendary, these mythological saints are making plays to other guys in tuxedo masks named masquerade. Setting my heart on patiently wait. The suspense began moving at a equable pace then the waves began to gradually awake now which place was I going to take? But something seemed amiss, spewing out my feelings sounding so crisp but she’s rather sully her lips catching mono sharing a sunkist. To my brothers out there never put a simple minded female on a pedestal you’ll be leaving with your palms full… Of salty tears.