The White House

L -O-V-E , what is it really ? What does it mean really ? you repeated these questions in your head over and over as you sat on this leather couch watching the clock as three men and the supposedly love of your life argue about whats Next, the next step for you. You hear the sound of the clock, tic-tock , tic-tock over The voice of one man dress in all black shout “ Sir, we have to handle the situation” still looking at the clock you laugh in your head, funny — never thought I would be considered a “ situation”. the love of your life, but to others the president stands infront of the USA rug, looks at his team and says I’m in love with this woman. You look to him with fear but yet hope he continues his speech about love and happiness you think how life would be for the next four years, eight if he’s elected for a second term. “ mistress has president baby” you pictured the Statemen all magazines and networks, you pictured paparazzi following you everywhere you go, living life with the world to watch. In the middle of the president speech you stood up inturupting him, “NO!” you yelled. Excuse me, he looks at you with confusion, NO you repeat. Clear the room, the president order, sir we must handle the problem, another man in black stated. Clear the room now, the president demanded. what do you mean no, he looks at you with watered eyes, I mean no — I can’t live like this you replied walking closer. I can’t bring a child into the world like this, you say as you touch his hand. i will disappear you say with tears running down your face, I will have this baby alone, and when your some ruling the world you can leave your wife, we can be together out of the public eye but first I must disappear you said as the president walks behind his desk. you — you would just leave ? He mumble. I wouldn’t have no choice the people, the voter, the media, will destroy me. he turns his back towards you, “ chuck!“ he yells. yes sir. a tall man dress in a black suit yelled, the care of the problem the President says in a deep voice. Yes sir, chuck replies, looking your way. I’ll be back, before you know it , we will be a family, you said as You leave the oval. you thought L -O-V-E , what is it really ? What does it mean really ? As you were escorted to. Black car with tinted windows. ready ma’ma? chuck as you, yes, you replied silently. as he drove away, everything seemed so unreal. You noticed the sign“ now leaving DC” we have arrived ma’am, chuck says while opening the door, handing you your suitcase and train ticket, you thought — this is not the ending but begging of a new chapter.

L -O-V-E , what is it really ? What does it mean really ? you repeated these questions in your head over and over as you sat on this leather couch watching the clock as three men and the supposedly love of your life argue about whats Next, the next step for you. You hear the sound of the clock, tic-tock , tic-tock over The voice of one man dress in all black shout “ Sir, we have to handle the situation” still looking at the clock you laugh in your head, funny — never thought I would be considered a “ situation”. the love of your life, but to others the president stands infront of the USA rug, looks at his team and says I’m in love with this woman. You look to him with fear but yet hope he continues his speech about love and happiness you think how life would be for the next four years, eight if he’s elected for a second term. “ mistress has president baby” you pictured the Statemen all magazines and networks, you pictured paparazzi following you everywhere you go, living life with the world to watch. In the middle of the president speech you stood up inturupting him, “NO!” you yelled. Excuse me, he looks at you with confusion, NO you repeat. Clear the room, the president order, sir we must handle the problem, another man in black stated. Clear the room now, the president demanded. what do you mean no, he looks at you with watered eyes, I mean no — I can’t live like this you replied walking closer. I can’t bring a child into the world like this, you say as you touch his hand. i will disappear you say with tears running down your face, I will have this baby alone, and when your some ruling the world you can leave your wife, we can be together out of the public eye but first I must disappear you said as the president walks behind his desk. you — you would just leave ? He mumble. I wouldn’t have no choice the people, the voter, the media, will destroy me. he turns his back towards you, “ chuck!“ he yells. yes sir. a tall man dress in a black suit yelled, the care of the problem the President says in a deep voice. Yes sir, chuck replies, looking your way. I’ll be back, before you know it , we will be a family, you said as You leave the oval. you thought L -O-V-E , what is it really ? What does it mean really ? As you were escorted to. Black car with tinted windows. ready ma’ma? chuck as you, yes, you replied silently. as he drove away, everything seemed so unreal. You noticed the sign“ now leaving DC” we have arrived ma’am, chuck says while opening the door, handing you your suitcase and train ticket, you thought — this is not the ending but begging of a new L -O-V-E , what is it really ? What does it mean really ? you repeated these questions in your head over and over as you sat on this leather couch watching the clock as three men and the supposedly love of your life argue about whats Next, the next step for you. You hear the sound of the clock, tic-tock , tic-tock over The voice of one man dress in all black shout “ Sir, we have to handle the situation” still looking at the clock you laugh in your head, funny — never thought I would be considered a “ situation”. the love of your life, but to others the president stands infront of the USA rug, looks at his team and says I’m in love with this woman. You look to him with fear but yet hope he continues his speech about love and happiness you think how life would be for the next four years, eight if he’s elected for a second term. “ mistress has president baby” you pictured the Statemen all magazines and networks, you pictured paparazzi following you everywhere you go, living life with the world to watch. In the middle of the president speech you stood up inturupting him, “NO!” you yelled. Excuse me, he looks at you with confusion, NO you repeat. Clear the room, the president order, sir we must handle the problem, another man in black stated. Clear the room now, the president demanded. what do you mean no, he looks at you with watered eyes, I mean no — I can’t live like this you replied walking closer. I can’t bring a child into the world like this, you say as you touch his hand. i will disappear you say with tears running down your face, I will have this baby alone, and when your some ruling the world you can leave your wife, we can be together out of the public eye but first I must disappear you said as the president walks behind his desk. you — you would just leave ? He mumble. I wouldn’t have no choice the people, the voter, the media, will destroy me. he turns his back towards you, “ chuck!“ he yells. yes sir. a tall man dress in a black suit yelled, the care of the problem the President says in a deep voice. Yes sir, chuck replies, looking your way. I’ll be back, before you know it , we will be a family, you said as You leave the oval. you thought L -O-V-E , what is it really ? What does it mean really ? As you were escorted to. Black car with tinted windows. ready ma’ma? chuck as you, yes, you replied silently. as he drove away, everything seemed so unreal. You noticed the sign“ now leaving DC” we have arrived ma’am, chuck says while opening the door, handing you your suitcase and train ticket, you thought — this is not the ending but begging of a new chapter.