You never gave a chance to
You never made a life so
You’re coming but how soon
Been always lies no true
I love your poetry, nice
You stop writing, why
Your poems are touchy
Your words are hearty
I don’t care if you lie
Mr poet, look at my eyes
I don’t want you to stop writing
Your poems is filled with healings
I won’t stop neither will I leave
Cos they’re the pills that makes me heal
They are full of love and emotions
Sensual feeling and affections