As i drink in sorrow
I became no mans land but dead beat looser of man
I question my own worthy and intergrity
Writting used to bring happiness
Instead now it gives me misery and torture…
I am wobbling in sorrow of regrets..
They told me that you are adultureus…
But i choose infactuation of love..
You took my love for you granted
You have shoved in my face
I asked you what i already knew the truth…
You sat there then lied and i went into amusement mode…
You knew the magnitude of my love for you how would go
What lenghts i would do for you
Here i am asking myself that i am a less of men
Trust took years to build but matter of minutes to break
Its over cannot do this anyore
I cannot not bare the thought of my women being with another