who's the king of being ****ed?
the guy who says I'm over lucked...

handling too much love is not his cup of tea,
once longed for a little & getting little was not easy..

came & went by in front of his eyes.
still estimating the proportion of truth amongst lies...

the feel always stops at the hitch of his heart
you aim love at him & its a mislead dart..

now has a lot & its difficult to hold...
its like goods once broken are being considered sold..