Why did you do this
First: Why do I have to pay for the love of god , like a debt I can't ignore, Why do I always draw hearts, longing for something more, Is it the cost of passion, the price of desire, Or just a reminder that love is worth the fire. Second : Since I was just two, I held a pencil tight, Drawing and creating with all my might, But now I seek the owner's address with ire, To sue for stealing my dreams , a burning desire. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .THE END. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
