Tottered...

Life is short...
Kiss slowly...
Hug warmly...
Love tenderly...

I feels like "it" been away...
a call with nothing to say...
a smile but I was not gay...

as it goes around...
no new no reply...
feels like in the shadow u hide...
avoiding my eye...

it painful to me as in my pride...
you are no where to subside...
left me in the end of a glide...
I'm not one in your eye...

just another person who cry...
and begging for love and bride...
I may be oaky but I'm not...
I may be peaceful but I fought...
but the campaign are forcing me to the end of the needle...
suffocated with tears...