Love, lust and fights
What a crime
They hurt the most but I still smile.
They give the scars you never see and leave
things broken beyond repair.
You fear things, the doubt is always there just
like the shadow on a sunny day.
The pain in the chest grows bigger every
second,
You be there not, the tears still fall.
It is the magic that touches like spines,
The pillow of sacrifice that I sleep on, every
night.
You see, and I bet I look okay, because
Love, lust, fights
What a crime
The hurt the most, but still I smile.
Peace,
Muskan 💗💗💗
Peace,
Muskan 💗💗💗
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