Will it be right?
October 5th, 2008 . by Cue Ball
Time is short, for this song.
To love or bust, in short time.
Will this spend, my last dime.
My last dime, is my love.
Can I find, my only dove.
Short in change, short in love.
Time is close, for giving up.
Let this be, a step up.
I am almost done, trying for love.
Also looking for, my one true dove.
How much longer, can I last.
Over this pain, can I pass.
To move on, or lose my love.
To give up, or find my dove.
This poem, she will see.
For her eyes, this must be.
Loyal I am, loyal I’ll be.
Till I die, I hope she’ll see.