The art of losing isn’t hard to master

So many things seem filled with the intend to be lost that their loss is no disaster

Lose something everyday, accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent

Even losing you, the joking voice a guester I love

It’s evident the art of losing is not too hard to master

Though it may look like, write it like disaster

Strange things happening, no one is true.

People tend to be cruel, having an intention of hurting others feelings.

They are happy when they bring out tears on others eyes.

Love is on where to be seen, sorrow is filled up all around.

Life is spent in such a mean world, blaming one is no use.

Suffering should not be so immense, let god show mercy on cruel people.

I am sleeping in night in the middle of a good dream.

When all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain.

Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head, and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread.

I think I love you, but I am so afraid that I am not a love that has no cure for.

Is this what life is made of. Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way.

Believe me you really don’t have to worry, because I only want to make you happy.

If you say go away, I will. But I think I better stay around and love you.

Do you think I have a case let me ask you to your face.

I don’t know what is all this about, but I got so much to think about.

Do you think you love me?