Give what i want


When palm of my hand was opened, you grip it

If my glass empty, you reveal the water

U give all that i want

Every things, needs or insignificant appetite

Then if you haven’t tired to grip…

Can i wish your remaining wink too?


Thanks too, for the crash u give

That i fools for the begin

And  end upset at your behind

But girl, whatever, my god is the one

Because it was he, who create the wink