..
in another life
you will be mine
i think it's hurts
whom you love
what to do for him
if everything is presumed
but I can lose love
if I can't change
can't love my beloved

@Musfiq us shaleheen

You've infested the area
with unimaginable metaphors
lingering on those dull one liners,
and pop cultured influences.

This is not the place for your magoa,
for your scriptures are bold and bared.
I see, the trials in your world of context,
but never in the state of livsnjutare

I'm a homeless skunk
wandering in the jungle.
dwelling in bushes and trees
shrugging to make a living.

I don't have a place called home,
Running and sick of pleasing.
I won't eat dinner
because I'm not one in the listing.

I don't have a private space
to store my valuable belongings
Neither nor for rest,
where an old sofa is my bedding.

Hard work and passion isn't an issue
and I crave for good sleep.
Peanut is what I got
During month ends and second week

I'm in a big hole of trouble
but I'm not backing off.
Problems are a common thing
when you're in a sliding *****.

Say, There is a *** of gold
in a little powder shed of understanding.
when fixing of the broken cracks,
is needing much help and pleading

And I lost a lot of friends,
but gained a few that's real,
Skunks themselves wandering
looking for a home and a heal.