Lady In Pink.

Facets of memories run through my mind,
my soul is jaded, my mind is dry.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak,
I can't stop the pounding, I can't stop the grind.

Lady in pink, please tell me why.
Why I had became better yet it arised.
Possessiveness still elicit since the olden times,
over someone I can't control and tie.

I can't express to anyone this unhappiness of my life,
except to this blog which doesn't question why.
Lady in pink, please soothe my excited guise,
I am not willing to fork out that painful price.

Lady in pink, please tell me why.