Men is her father,
remorse are all her tears,
every night is a raining day in her room,
if Earth had something new to invent
let not it be a man
beauty is a product displayed
prior to the eyes of folks
no one passes by without a gaze
like a cheap product runs out of stock
Most of it hath become artificial,
trust not those smiley faces,
out of a sad soul is a broken piece of heart,
that wound keeps bleeding without blood,
keeps aching without any poke,
One thing given to hide is our beautiful mugs,
Those words were once tasty,
so luscious unbearable, melting thy heart,
until a man begins to walk by heart
out of love nothing good comes,
something about diction so powerful,
a pulling force one can't compare to any other, apart from thoughts I don't see pang,
nevertheless, apart from breath there's no rest,
men are the years she spent with her father, if beauty wasn't a spirit,
she wouldn't have fallen like the angel Lucifer,
The rate of speed unpredictable,
a woman doesn't stop loving
though she never returns
her heart is undivided just 'un love
her days after are solving a maths equation,
in a physical sciences class trying to balance the equation,
apart from knowledge folks like perishable goods,
without knowledge 'un is like a blind man,
if future was predictable some would love long, nevertheless you fall with knowledge,
for mankind love and be fools,
they dig their own tunnels and throw themselves in, they seek no way out ,
men is the trye ruining down the hill
how to bring it back??
like flashing the lavatory,
how to bring back???
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