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{Thursday, July 07, 2005.Walk and Never Look Back}

Walk And Nvr Look Back

And now Sir Azmi walks on this darken street,
never knew where to head or where to scream.
Was always cold but the feelings seemed to hold him like spell,
nothing much will gain after the day he's been through hell.

Released from the gaping wounds of worried and fear,
the feelings he had was express thru cried of tears.
So sorry,so sad,so infedel she made me like dat.
Guess thats life for in a darken street wer we've met.

True love was found abused in a single month.
Cant believe things seemed so true but actually so fake.
Now im gone and fuck u cheap bitch frm planet whore.
I guess those words u said is now no more.

Guess ur cheap enough after im gone so fast,
i dun need u anymore cos ur more like a rat ass.
Get on wif my life and wif this poem so ryhme.
Cos bitches like u are not worth my precious time.

2-timer, backStabber,big liar and a serious bloody Fool,
This so darken street are just so full of u.
I learn my mistake and i will nvr turn back,
but in memory i will remember this dreadful day.

Too much aggresiveness in this poem,
but its just words of what ive experienced.
Too little time left for me rite here,
to find another streets so bright and near.

Never Knew where those bright streets were,
but i hope one day i will find it so dear.
Those darker streets i forget and im glad,
and now i walk and wil never turn back.


blogged at 9:40 AM .

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