Aug 2015
Do I tell you a secret
Lest you understand it for sure
My disliking of you is
An ailment without cure
Disclosing shared things
With intentions impure
I destroyed them right there
Now an ailment without cure
Ill deeds of thou
Filled my dislike store
And now it doesn't matters
This ailment without cure
|AB|
Lest you understand it for sure
My disliking of you is
An ailment without cure
Disclosing shared things
With intentions impure
I destroyed them right there
Now an ailment without cure
Ill deeds of thou
Filled my dislike store
And now it doesn't matters
This ailment without cure
|AB|
This is what it feels when someone takes your trust and kills it right in front of you. Blast them. Follows a b c b rhyme scheme.
(M/Shimla, India)
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