the poem special made for the 'bride'

3 years im hiding myself is not my type
3 years i keep bleeding my heart with the full of red blood
3 years i keep telling myself u r absolutely not worth it as a man
n this past 3 years u just sold your sad story about your 'marriage' which i dont see any

those days are over
im back full of new smell
the smell of new refreshment and the smell of new life

then u came back
bringing the bride
you look good together and im happy for both of you
it is for your own happiness and glad you could make it

but when you and your bride keep stalking all my wall and i believe my pic too....
GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY RYTE NOW!!!!