• fabin707 31w

    To Err.

    No, i have no choice other than to
    And to believe the next err am doing is not err.
    Sometimes my errs turn out to be gorgeous
    I enjoy limelight, prowess,intelligence.
    I always had this deep stink to make things right,
    Later the things i made right,
    Never ever felt right.
    A choice where you bleed,
    You later think that as 'sacrificed'.
    Emotions if sacrificed
    You expect will turn things right.
    But for whom?