He is 5
When we first met
We become playmates
He is 10
When we become closer
He shares problem to me
He is 15
When i said i want to stop
But he begged to me
Dont leave me
Youre my favorite
I want you to be with me
He is 20
When he decided to marry
He said he want me to choose a ring
He is 23
When he got married
To her girlfriend
I fall inlove with him
But he fall inlove with someone else
But in every beggining
Were not fit each other
Im his maid
Now he is 23
And im 62
Im old enough to have him.
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POETRY
PoetryPoetry is an art A voice of a broken heart An eyes of a blinded truth A light in a dark justice A key for a true happiness And one of a beautiful piece, From a great pen bleeders.
