Miserable
Uncountable times,
Strongly blocking SHE from roaming out of the righteous pathway.
Uncountable times,
SHE slip out of the compound SHE set up.
My dear,
How many attempts more do you want?
Do You know,the fruit doesnt taste nice.
Please ,go back.
Please,restrain.
Life,Miserable.Plant a good seed in your dubbing organ and water it.
And Then,life shall lift up your lips.
Copyright © Rosey Chariot | Year Posted 2013
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