:)

It was time in my life,
In small city where almost every one knew me,
I had nothing better then to choose,
Watching other people or write.
College, university, six years of studying
To be a detective for one week to realize it's not for me.
And I started to write about love.
My aunt read some of my poems,
Wiping tears she said:
Publish it.
My self I had in mind my "dream of every idiot"
To become a millionaire...