Hold On

I was a novice in that act
My mind would not say the fact
I keep pushing through being smart 
Oh playing along may not impart 
My heart dwell in his love and kiss
Lips got hurt; with time, his lips I miss 
As much as I love him, I hate his play
He should know but won't allow delay
At 23, no one believes it is my first 
How softly blood puddings burst 
In my poetry- an art inking of trust 
Which I feed on to never go rust 
Came to be a tough but a fit world
When the wind reversely turn; vices whirled 
I know you are hot and on fire
Yet you deny the cross of just we desire
For age and time set off the scale of preference
Hiding your tears fighting frankly to make difference
How I believe it wasn't your fault
Crazy though you couldn't gaze my eyes assault 
Many years in the blue, I feel fulfilled 
Throughout the highway, alone was I drilled 
While you keep up fighting being skilled 
To make life a worthwhile but I remained stilled
Finally, you reason the denial to be wrong 
What if I have not been really strong?
Forgetting my career to be continue...
With you, I don't want any interview
Our son I carried is now by you wanted
Can you please imagine how I was taunted.
Bull! Bull! Bull! Bull!

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