Asphalt
It all started like a story, With a great time so I had no worry, To panic or to mess up to say sorry, Indeed we still have time so no harry, Like being true to it is not that so easy, Am now making my own amendments, & everyone is against my comments, Like I made a mistake being ruthless, Whatsoever to myself and themselves, Nobody is permitted for such incidents, I love a pen and a paper to meditate, They are the only things makes accurate, I know not all will understand that fate, But I belie
