Fake it your flaws,
Life is just like cub paws,
Either way though it diverse,
Choice are to be made,
Elseways living would be the curse.

Hitch up with the people you love,
Oust the imposter with mop,
Beginnings are always rough,
Choice are to be made,
Between peppy and tough.

What would be your life's aim?
Would it be achieving only name and fame?
Succeeding could be the other game,
Choice are to be made,
Else your life will be full of shame.

Voice are to be raised,
And,
Choice are to be made.

I met a girl with
Lovable nature and  pretty mind,
Smart enough to fool people,
Ambitious character as she is very kind ,
Never will I meet another like her .

Ripped jeans with
Amazing outfit,
**** back off, she is mine,
Better take this wine,
Hand her to me and say goodbye ,
Acrimoniously I made him cry,
Nothing will be possible as they say,
Don’t give up soon ,just give it a try,
Awesomeness of mine ,
Reckoning me to be her husband was fine,
I would declare the poet name with first letter of each and  every line.

And then they scream,
Louder with every bite of dark chocolate,
Late movies date and fun mate,
Misters were in each ones dream
was their real fate.

Conflicts and sorrows
Comes and fades,
Love was the only reason as  they relates,
The winter brought happy,
Like the apple was arouse as Appy,
Secrets keeper,
Like salt and pepper.

Fashion parade, dance and date,
Truth and dare inappropriate,
Again the conflicts rise and shed,
Love was the only reason ,
The sisters were made.