how can you asure real love?
All this time am I being faking?
I met a familiar spectrum,
it came along with strange hope
and some frustrating poetry.
We all are trapped sometimes
we all are scared sometimes
we all find hate or love
from time to time...
Is it anger? Is it fear?
Is it sadness? Is it me?
Let just let it bleed.
Absorb the bullets
cut some heads,
and pack our souvenirs.
I've got some issues
but you're gonna pay.
Where are you?
Are you flying too?
Was my lesson useful?
I've being having all around
this crazy humoristic thoughts
we were pretty butterflies
escaping away from love.
But you were happy
I was happy too.
I've paying such high price
My reward?
Oh, this lazy heart...
Damaged soul, senseless hands.
No turning point. GCA.
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