Bittersweet Home

So I wrote these few lines with some semblance of a rhythm. It's about Bombay and how bittersweet it is to the people here. Anyone sweet enough to put a tune to it?

Bittersweet Home

Verse 1

Sitting in the sunset’s light,
screaming for some closure.
The waves come and pass me by
the darkness is my torture.
They say life moves too fast over here
This is the city that never sleeps.
But how can they just pass me by?
Not paying attention to the girl that weeps.

Chorus

She asks too much of you.
She takes as much as she gives you.
She nurses you all night,
and then spits you out, all pale and trite.
She loves you just as much as you love her.
Like a silhouette, I can never trust her.
I love her so, oh my Lord!
The Drive, trains, beaches and tetrapods.

Verse 2

I travel in the train at night,
I’m losing my composure.
The breeze whips my hair
Telling me it’s all over.
I’ve seen stories born and die each day here.
This city ain’t for the meek.
Was I just another face in the crowd
or swallowed for her keep?

Platonic No More/Fluorescented

He stroked her hair,

as she slept upon his lap.

Tired was she, the lady,

An affair they had had.

He couldn’t get her fragrance off his mind,

he didn’t want to.

She lay there, sleeping, dreamy-eyed, thinking of another galaxy,

as he dreamt of her.

The night was pretty.

It was young when they set out

to vodkafy themselves.

Popcorn and each other for company, they drank.

They stared at walls,

they hated the music,

they ignored each other.

They left the place

to scout the city at night.

Resplendent in its fluorescence,

the city shimmered on.

They sang by the waterside,

high notes screeching, lower ones whispered.

The water splashed on to them,

the moon shone on their faces.

They wanted to listen to some jazz.

They kissed. For the first time.

Her home was closer.

Jazz was played.

Love was made.

He stroked her hair.

Morning would arrive soon.

The vodka would wear off,

the fluorescence would fade.

They had made love to the night,

the night was pretty. It was young.