The best of all.
What I need is,
Some Love.
With or without,
It's not the same.
I grew up to be lame.
Trying to make some positive poems,
But it's too hard,
After few miserable one.
Go ahead and try,
I think you will do just fine.
But for me it's pain.
To try to make few happy thoughs,
On paper.
All I just get up with,
Is a miserable one..
