What Could Have Been

Laila, who would not love Laila?
Bulgy eyeballs,
Falls, she’s the spot where my star falls.
Then came Tina

Queen, that is what I called her, Queen
But things went fast.
Past, my present became my past,
Blue’s now my green.

Dust, my dream is now just mere dust.
My clumsy hands
Lands, the trouble In which this lands
Leaves only rust.

Back then, the way forward was back,
There’s prize and cost.
Lost what I had, what I want’s lost.
My bag I’ll pack.

Thomas Tee2emm Bot