Diary

See all I ever wanted was to be relevant. Just tell me that I ever meant anything or you could ever see me and you in another light. But it's like the darker women endure the darkest nights by the wrong men, and mostly all of them have left you somewhat incapable of a first impression. What I do is I channel my aggression with no antenna or cable just intentions to impress you....... If capable. Hoping that the material possessions can materialise into a better you.
Queen.… you deserve the title but she rejects what I give while she nurses the wounds by them,
Wife.... You deserve the label but you've been hurt so your sore and don't feel you're able.
Cars............ Nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind with such a ugly picture in it.
Money........ Nothing I buy can buy me more time for your ear so your heart can listen to it
Diamonds... A girls best friend is what they say, but with the right allegiance you'll shine anyway.
And every day that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary, the day before was better than the present so anyone presented in her presence endures these life sentences. No key for release, no reason to be around, her minds in the clouds, she writes it all down, in her diary.