You got some black money in your pocket.
You stole some black hearts dripping with a heartache.
You sold some dark hearts passing through a cold stake.
I could've never believed that this love will be such a headache.
I wish I could save the souls from your ruthless eyes.
I wish I could save me from falling deep down into those lies.
You got some black money,
Honey, in your pockets.
You are like a black tsunami,
Hurry, before you get drowned
because you can't stop it.
He is crawling and bawling back to me....
He is broke without hearts...
He wants one,
he wants mine.
For some black money.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoetryA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...
