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Choosing your Future
Love is something people play with the mind,
It gets you nowhere like you are blind.
They say things that they do not mean,
All to get you into the scene.
Some call their mates a gentle dove,
And that they say, it is love.
It feels so real you want to try,
But all it leads to is alot of cry.
Their love for you they'll always stress,
And what they really want they won't confess.
Be careful you kow, they have their plan,
Next you know, they have another man or woman.
Life of love goes up and down,
Sometimes you'll be left like a clown.
First its nice but not for long,
And it will leave you wondering what went wrong.
There is a time and place for everything,
But at a tender age love gains you nothing.
So pick education as your choice,
And live life fully and rejoice.
Copyright © Verana Maharaj