My hair falls down,
And pass by my shoulders.
It hits the floor,
And I’m not getting younger.
Dreams fantasizes about days,
When I wasn’t so thin;
I wish all of this could’ve ended.
My pride slow down,
Like the speed of my libido.
No passion for me,
I concluded this long ago.
My eyes stuck in a phase,
Of when I had everything;
I hate feeling like I'm not winning.
Beware now, lover....
I can’t continue this route, no longer.
I’m not like the others.
I’m sick now,
So its okay if you don’t want to stick around.
Just make one promise,
Whenever you’re alone.
And say you love me; whenever I’m gone........
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3M0ticons.
Poetry“I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.” ― Oscar Wilde
