REMORSE

Yes remorse is the matchstick of my life. Remorse as like my breath My shaking of lips ,my pain of legs And my coldness of nails. In my remorse whether of coffee. Is so sweet but it become bitter. When I tongue with my taking problem remorse. Remorse is my learning formulas. I m in jar of climate remorse, as all one is taunting me remorse. Remorse is my headach without common cold and nuissance of party. Remorse is my sweat when not using vehicle to school simply walk Remorse is my adjustment as I m Managing whole year in one or two Cloths washes self and do whole home work. Remorse is my companion As my family friends rich and me And my parents poor, not have facilities. Me and my parents faces always Insult in shortage of glamour. Remorse devoid of respect oppurtunity. And seat is remorse whole life is remorse. Really in poverty every person is remorse But mostly they are kind heart and honest.