Desert have grown on her eyes
Wings in her arms
Hatred in her lovely smiles
Lies on her silent lips
End in her word
Darkness on her ways
Tiptoe down the darken passage
Mucus grow on the skin
Attacked with hateful language
Changed in a blink on an eye.
The window of my heart closed
Cry out with soulful plea,
My voice is mellifluous soul.
Deep down I'm a hopeless romantic
Have never feel like this
Not until recently.
Never fall apart.
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