plaisir-ecrire

My body is tired
And my heart has a rest,
You'd like to touch my breast
Because you feel loved.

Look at the tears I cried!
You failed in your quest,
I want a land to the west:
A place where tears were dried.

I do not want a king,
I just want a lover,
It would be interesting.

You won't cherish any soul sister
Because you are praying
To get someone appealing.