Give her some sympathy.

This is poem, for someone I missed in my life.

I do not believe everything I hear or see.

Things will be better in the future.

The Cult the girl and one unlucky man.

Don’t run away.

It is my fault.

I want you to stay.

Tears washes pain inside, gives clearer view of what is ahead. It is just composed one percent water but 99 % feelings.

To my beloved nephew. The one who changed my way of looking at the world.