Ironically
I live on my own world with mask on
You see me smiling, deep down my heart it's bleeding
I write love articles, you may think am living on roses
No! Heartbreak
I talk of beautiful marriage yet mine failed
I teach on relationship and marriage
Yet am single
I post beautiful ladies on my status
You may think I own them
No! Single at 28 years
I talk of good family, back in my mind
Am an orphan and only child of the fourth generation
Preach the gospel, yet worse than the evil herself
I encourage youths, yet am in need of direction
Am just good as the death.
But before I take my last breath, l must see the goodness of the Lord and make you proud.
© Fely g
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