I can hear the sound of my tears
In my empty stomach.
I needed to write a poem but
I know that I will cry out.
Is he a failure?
He is a failure.
The romances that come with owning a gun,
The kisses before my lover is gone.
The atmosphere:
The birds,
The sounds,
The peace;
These romances take it all away.
And paint the Process a failure.
You are failure,
You are a failure.
This is just human nature:
You might be doing this for the love,
They will be so invested in greedy,
Deceit and manipulations.
But you can never be a failure.