My limits are not like
Your limits, you can
Pour a hot water to
A plastic container but
You can't blame us
Being melted by my
Tempt.
My limits can burn
And flow you down
Catch my hotness like
A lava, and a fire. I
Can't blame you for
Being so delicate, by
Just a one drop of my
Tempt, you can go flow.
We all have our own
Anger to limit and
Tempt to flow, I have
A right turn to go to
My way, but promise
Me honey don't blame
Me.
YOU ARE READING
That Night Melody(On Going)
PoesíaMyself is such a misery I Hate loving both sides I love the things- That makes me feel so Happy and satisfied In the night full of Broken melodies.
