I feel so lonely.
On my own.
Feel like the childrens clown.
The real me, hidden by makeup.
I should win gold or a cup.
For never being admired by anyone at all.
Ever wandering fool searching for love.
A mutual love not fast love.
leanrt from the past my mistake.
I raise a glass to my man, fellow.
For you have a love not to take fro granted.
Meanwhile, foolish lover lies driunk.
In the gutter, never be loved by woman.
For the gentleman I am.
I Siddiqi 14.02.09
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