Nov 2016
He wrote love poems every morning,
And wet the pillows at night.
He was in love.
Now he, reads depression control,
Drinks whisky, and smiles.
Society calls him matured.
And wet the pillows at night.
He was in love.
Now he, reads depression control,
Drinks whisky, and smiles.
Society calls him matured.
I think, the tale is pretty self explanatory
