Game Point
Tell mama I lost my wife, By playing gambling with her hard hurt heart,
Poems tagged: suffering — Clear filter
Tell mama I lost my wife, By playing gambling with her hard hurt heart,
Someone once said, "I don't understand you anymore,
Lonely. With little riches,
One day I'll stop I'll stop being a slave to my own emotions,
Before dawn, I pray for the nights to be,
Dear you This is my letter to you who are looking for me