Hypocrisy In Love
I was blinded by his act of sweet incantations
The pangs of despised love stab my stupid passions
I felt the part in me drowning vicious lance
Sound disgust in iniquities at every glance.
Albeit, still do hope to yank myself out there soon.
Who shall then form and stitch the cut that once in doom
Time shall teach me to recover completely
A smile of beauty shall sprang in me dearly.