I used to write poetry only for the
fame.
It was nothing more to me, then mere child's game.
As I grew up, I wanted something to blame,
So I wrote my poetry with saddened flames.
My heart got broken, so I wrote for a claim,
But I didnt had it in me to write the
same.
But then I met you and I setted my
aim
So im writing this poetry in your
name...
And her beautiful brown eyes, they made me homesick for the home i never had