He told me...

He wanted me...

To be...

His queen.

But it was soon lost..

in the camoflauge...

Or maybe it was all a mirage...

Or just love lost between...

Us two...

Mr. Wrong...Am I blind??

Yet he's always so easy to find...

My heart he binds...

With his lies.

You love me?

Me?

Flows from his mouth so easily...

Knowing words like these..

Will ease...

my fix like those of a fiend..

Mr. Wrong....freely let's these slip...

From the cracks of his lips..

Just to get...

Next to mine...

Both sets...

Of mine....

Is that it??

Afraid to admit??

Fear to commit??

Bullshit...

If only I could be...

like a boy and just treat...

it just like another quest....

Bey and C said it best...

But thas not me...

Never in my life been like the rest....

Please give me the test...

And I'm sure to pass.

Cuz I'm tha wifey type...

Tha "give you all of me" type...

Tha "pick you up when you're down" type...

Tha "neva let you drown" type...

But Mr. Wrong.....chooses to give in to all tha hype...

To let the chance go by....

To say goodbye...

But please believe I refuse to deny...

my worth.

Please understand...

I kno my Mr. Right will come...

and...

my heart he will command.

With weight on my fourth finger...

Left hand...

As the Mr. Wrongs wash away like beach sand...

There I will stand!