poem

My tears have dried,
no more can i cry.

Your love for me has faded,
like the withered flower its so jaded.

Your sincerity's just a lie,
I'm once bitten, twice shy.

Our obstacles run deep and wide,
from them we can never hide.

Let me find rest in Jesus,
in your mom's hatred i'll suffer.

You ask for an enlightenment,
in this message is the answer.

So stop procrastinating,
your passion and talents are waiting to be discovered.