Feeling the Mischief
The woman that I love Said that “I’ll call you seven o’clock tonight.” I replied, “I hope you don’t lie.” She never called that time. I was in fright. Yes! She had cheated against me. She wanted me to be depressed. Now in my heart, she’s devious. Presently, my hate for her is mischievous. Feeling... Sign in to see full entry.