Celebration
It's that time of the year again
When I suffer thorough pain
I PMS on life
The relation is rife
Something is still strife
Yes, that's my prize.
It's like a pack of ice
On my heart
Its still a vice
A mistake on my part.
I am turning into a loon
This life, a balloon
Waiting to burst
The pin has the thirst.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Celebration
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