goodbye mona.

enjoy your ride,

with your old train.

here your ticket.

now you leaving,

bye-bye stinky.

reading, redeem and sleeping.

squash my brain,
and squatted on a plain,
they all change,
it never be same.

joice is restraint,
just grieve is remain.

now im alone,
she is gone,
writting this poem,
with wretched and woebegone ;)