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Submissive.

So he said to me one night

Submissive is not what's right

He said to me one day

You've to command and make your way

You cannot be quiet

You cant be a riot

You have to be you

And not let destroy'it

 

He calls me his friend

Say, when will this end?

He says he don't care

It goes beyond repair

 

He says I mean nothing

Without the slightest grieve

"You are my closest"

Oh, I wouldn't like to believe

 

But I've known better

And not made up a pile

Fed it to the skies

Never failed to smile

 

I've grown as a human

I've grown as a friend

He's been a pillar

The crave will never end

 

He's helped me in ways

Helped find my forte

He's helped me mature

Never enough to sway

 

But now that he's changed

I'm hit by numbing rain

Now that all's deranged

Major bouts will reign.

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Written by
ASatish
Published
Mar 4, 2015
Lines·Words
32·154
Notes

Made me good, and became bad.

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#love#leave#rain#change#grow#submissive#riots#bouts
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