Rumbling in my thought
I don't know maybe i should live or fame
I can't say maybe i should be transparent in my lust
Or I should do what others do,to play game
I can realise trust is lost
And love is name
Life is short
But to live is lame
I am made to realise marriage is race
Affection fake compartment faith
Department deviate
Family venom ache
The contract with haste
Life me live or live me fame
It still burden of chaste..........
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY ME IN MEMORY OF MY FIRST LOVE......... PLEASE DON'T JUST PASS BY , GIVE YOUR BROTHER SOME VOTES....I BEG YEE ALL.....