Two kilometres away from home
Where you're headed, still unknown
Dragging the bags, things you own
It's your choice, you go aloneEvery step, stabs your heart
Slowly, the sweet memories ooze out of your skin
It's more painful than you thought it'll be
This level of emotional trauma, didn't see
To think he'll play heartless someday
Tell you, "It's over. Go away."
No, you couldn't foresee that
When he kept calling you, "Sweetheart."
You were resting on the bosom of impending doom
He had you enchanted, turned to a slave in his bedroom
You did see little sparks of danger
Which you ignored like a total stranger
Cause love overruled you, crazy love overruled you
Influencing a revolt against reason, igniting your anger
For the possibility that he's sophisticated trauma
And his "love" comes with an unusual drama
So, you took your chances
On the run, could only take few glances
No one blames you, I'd do the same too
If she said, "I love you," we'll be wearing the same shoe
But indeed it's painful, they don't value this three–letter words — I love you
They don't know how killing it is, very very hurtful
When you're suddenly betrayed
By the hands, that your soul, clearly portrayed
The tears will keep flowing but, you won't see it
It's a different nightmare for each individual, everyone hates it
Your love is so strong, you kept looking at his face
You'd forgive and forget if you found an iota of grace
Now, you're about to leave town, exit the nightmare
Sitting, waiting for a bus to come, take you anywhere
Your eyes are red
Irritability, gone dead
You're still not sure
If you'll be the same anymore
Oblivious, a bus has stopped
The driver waits, but into, not hopped
Out of impatience, he asks, "You going?!"
You clean tears and sniff, "I don't know."

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Wicked
Poesía...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...