I hadn't known of ink,
I therefore used my pencil that was pink,
I wrote in no blink,
For I was sure errors made my story stink,
I then cared less,as of now I think,
Maybe because my pencil had a rubber.

I wrote about our life
In mind were you,as my wife
it was love and I was careful
A promise of God made me fearful
In dear respect,i tried to keep you
Nowdays i choose to keep the ewe
I had planned to pay as dowry.

My handwriting for once wes appealing
I was writing about true love in the sealing
Life ahead was auspicious
I used a pencil not for being suspicious
My lack of knowledge saved me the begotten
Had i used ink i wouldn't have forgotten
The day you turned against my plans
So good were mine plans
The reason was real
You broke mine heart,I rubbed the deal.
I hope you will learn,
That you had my whole heart,for you had earned
But now you are history ,
And I really feel sorry.

poetry is a drink,
sweet and addictive.
poetry is fire,
in flames and burning.
poetry is song,
sweet and with chorus.
poetry is everything i know!
better than money,
sweet as honey.

Here, now see my face.
Although, I had left my mind
in another place.

there can be nothing more than you know I can tell you,
but your presence can make me remind you something you are forgetting.
there can't be nothing new I post,
but your presence remind me great friendship,
there can't be nothing good I bring forward ,
but your presence decorates the bad I post.
I've never thought before to say thank you,
but for your liking this page have not been hindered,
in total humility ,
allow me say this,
thank you for visiting this page,
and continue being with me,
I value our God given friendship.

Mama said ''Don't trust boys they'll leave you with a broken heart.''
I said ''Yeah well that's alright I've been broken from the start.''