POEM: Everything is Going Good

I have that well understood.

I was getting kind of worried.

I thought I was going to start folding.

My brain.

But, it's not ashame.

And, there is no one to blame.

I am just glad how things came.

Things were going bad.

I know I had.

Something special.

I just had to wait for good things to happen.

It's kind of weird.

How I don't drink beer.

But, now the temptations are no longer there.

Because, I rather save my fare.

For somebody I trust.

And, it is a must.

Well, I got to go.

And, I will continue writing more flows.

FIN