Slow messages
Your mind gets captured in cages
And like you know you are not some sages
You obviously aren't getting paid wages
But still
I get killed
I have to fill
My heart with fake theories
I might be disrespecting my glories
And then those feelings arise
Borne out of lies
What people call passion
Or compassion
Or love
It is never ignited by those curves
If you think it is
Then it's mere attraction
It just has to have a small fraction
My love isn't pure
Cause it couldn't cure
When it was not given me back
It did lack
I Don't know what
How easy it is to say," move on"
And that I am supposed to be gone
I was never shown
But I don't regret
It's my unique tread
I won'tsay that I was not fed
With what I wanted
Maybe I just didn't deserved.