Poems from Kristinisme

Who could ever knew  The one I trusted and loved  Could ever hurt me and leave me in misery  I ask myself why?  That this can not be a lie...
I am the kerosene that awaits the spark  For you I will burn high and reach the sky  I will burn a village or two from hilltop and back ...
We met few occasions or so  We chatted few times or more  They may have been short or brief, But worth a memory! I ask myself Why a guy...