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