no shirt poem

in this state i could day nothing
how much more write anything

temperature did rise...
to make it reach its limit would sure be unwise

as for someone who is unwise all his life
i should have given in to start the strife

but i couldn't... i wouldn't...
i would not commit the same mistakes again

i would rather be called a coward
than to hurt someone i shared moments with

call me a coward once...
call me a coward twice...

i maybe am but
you'll surely die if you say it thrice