The hardest part was not to pluck hair out of my skin,
look clean, slim
Look like ms. Ruby lips all the time.
The hardest part was falling for you.
The hardest part was dressing as if you were going to make love to me knowing that you only use me.
Stretch out parts of me to intoxicate me with your smell.
Yet I did what you made me do.
I am but a slave to you I am but
...
A slave to you
Ink me with your touch
Kill my innocence
For taking your name like a prayer has already changed me
I am but a slave for you
And fate tests us time & time again
Tear us apart however many times
We come with love in our hearts
Hopeless romantics
All we do is love.
Destroy us but we will find you somewhere.
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कथा | rotten poems
PoetryMy helplessness has written itself in words , o woe. I surrunder to you all of me. Copyright @ Mehak COMPLETED // 2019
