Addiction
It was the tender touch of his hands, That had me craving for more,
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These three words, Engraved on the tender walls of my heart,
Broken
She was sad, She was changed,
Broken
She was sad, She was changed,
Fully Sated
My blood boils, With pure hatred and disgust,
Silent Cries
The streets will always be unsafe, But I'd rather die here, Than give her the satisfaction,
You Did This
You stripped me of all my dignity, With your dark nefarious self,
Who's To Blame
Late night approaches, She walks a lonely life,
Political Enigma
Loud cries of people in pain, Bodies scattered around the street, Where people had gathered to celebrate,
Broken Pieces
As I stand against the window shield staring into the raindrops, Searching for quantum of solace,