my heart on a platter
would never suffice.
you ripped me of my identity
and never thought twice.
so i ask you-
everything on the line
please,
spare a moment of your time.
tell me your thoughts,
all your fears and your worries
justify the wrong,
wipe my eyes oh so blurry.
i can never write enough,
the white on the black-
so tell me how does it feel,
would you ever go back?
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
my heart on a platter
would never suffice.
you ripped me of my identity
and never thought twice.
so i ask you-
everything on the line
please,
spare a moment of your time.
tell me your thoughts,
all your fears and your worries
justify the wrong,
wipe my eyes oh so blurry.
i can never write enough,
the white on the black-
so tell me how does it feel,
would you ever go back?
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