The Sweet pain of agony As she lies on her bed Pondering the facts of her existence Nay, she seems to have many subjects on her mind Many of which, have been placed up upon her as if It were her burden to carry out and fulfill some kind Of heroic Endeavor, but many don’t understand For in which, this is where she succeeded over the rest She can contemplate the good and bad over any situation But sometimes fools herself, As a situation transforms into a debacle Complications that will be surpassed by her wit Sorrow that will be succeeded by the love for her man Confusion fades away for now she has her head on straight If a car needs gas to run, then she is the fuel to my love Sometimes words are spoken, others they don’t need to be