NOTHING IS CALLED LOVE
This what I always believe of...

I hate maself being like this
But I've to do and it's a fact...

When I go back with my mind
I remember my first feelings that couldn't b hide...

I can try 2 prevent anything from doing What it...
But only my heart I can't even try 2 prevent it...

Is it a fact at last am free?
or its illusion that will never be...

To the Savior who had fallen to me from heaven...
to the angel who had helped me to believe in love...

Because of U this poem is written
For me U r a true friend who...