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Feb 2019
If things went her way,
It could tear everything apart.
So she listens to you
Not to ruin things about.
Nothing ever goes the right way;
Even if she wants it to be.
May it be love,
Or the treaty of peace.
You as you;
Is all she wants.
She'll be her,
When you forget your frown.
Happy,
She wants you.
"Please be" she pleads.
Time and again;
A spark is sure to be seen,
She's afraid for
Any fire to appeal.
If it does,
"It'll be the last of us you know."
The aftermath,
No you.
No me.
Hate entangled;
What love tangled,
Our souls are finally free.
All the time we acted like wanna be's,
And i was the only one that couldn't see.
Was 'fame' all you wanted in return of me?
They used to call us "perfectly paired",
Isn't it funny?
But,
How are you going to pretend that you never knew me?
Amtul Hajra
Written by
Amtul Hajra  16/F/Jeddah, KSA
(16/F/Jeddah, KSA)   
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