Giving starts with The Self and ends with others

You can go but you'll never leave me
You can hurt me but I'll never suffer
For our perspectives differ and I chose to cherish you and your  shadow until my very last breath

I speak about money, greed, ego
i write about life, pain emotion, love
i pen about stories
more stories about my story and most stories about your story

I told you about betrayal
cause I once clung to some nobody
i  just like pianos
something about it cools my heart
i 'm only beneficial
they only want my lavish life
i sing about destiny
what do i know about it?

I just wanna use you
cause love is all I steal
i  know something about strangers
Sometimes they fill the void, and maybe execute your wishes

Most women who hoped to get hitched honed their cooking skills at their mothers’ knees. Or from an aunt.

That was once upon a time.

Today, the joke about modern women is that they no longer cook like their mothers, but rather, drink like their
fathers.

In that book
which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life