But darling;
She look at you like
You're the one who
Invented air;
I wish she look at me
Like that;
I'm sick of receiving
Those hatred stares of her;
Like I was the one who
Invented smoke that could
Kill thousands of lives;
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
ŞiirPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
She look at you
But darling;
She look at you like
You're the one who
Invented air;
I wish she look at me
Like that;
I'm sick of receiving
Those hatred stares of her;
Like I was the one who
Invented smoke that could
Kill thousands of lives;