My Poem, Sic is love!
Juices flow when your at the house, warm and sparkling
air. You go to the house when life makes you mad, When you
say that it's not fair. Cheating's ok when your away on
this half hour vacation, but when your money's gone, you
can't come back to these tempting expectations. Blame,
point and yell at us, when were just doing our job, We
never invited you to the house, you came and it became
YOUR job. Love kills your true romance, when you want
satisfaction, your life's worse now then it was before,
now who made these actions?
What goes around, keeps going, and bites you in