Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2014
What the hell is life
I don't knew wether cut my self with knife
or wait for u 2 b my wife,

but nor i can cut nor wait
bec. It is 2 late,

(there is already some1 who love me more then u could ever)
don't take by heart its just a past written letters.............
AAR KHAN
Written by
AAR KHAN
986
   Winter Silk
Please log in to view and add comments on poems