we first met under the roof of a thousand lies
i gave the circumstance one shot
wishing you would remain mine
but knowing it was too good to be true
your smile seemed to be carved with a knife
your eyes bleeding the despair i felt
we were the broken pieces of a world
that threw away talent if it wasn't relevant
one touch gave me another day of energy
but i could only give you my burdens
and after a while, our glue came undone
when i saw the lyrics written on your wrist
crying over the lack of pure love
there was something inside that snapped
so i left you too, looking for my other soul
but in a place where lies are disguised as truths
and wrongs are celebrated as rights
there is nowhere that honesty can stay
without being clubbed with brutal prejudice
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What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
