I knew love and revenge, and I became fresh
recognize that neither evil nor greatness exists in both
I was pathetic and ridiculous, and sometimes painfully
imbued you like a cheap cigarette.
there was nothing in you. pretty face
behind which is a dummy in the framework of his own drama.
you twisted novels with a bunch of scoundrels,
among them, the sinful I seemed like a temple.
you twisted novels with a bunch of scoundrels
and I confess I knew that there would be no other way
that was you, my sincere love
my blow from life. but I'm glad I managed to give back.
YOU ARE READING
Me To Myself
Non-FictionThis is short explaination to the what my friend ask from me. i am here to explore the Journey to myself. so let's start the story full of Mysteries of the deep jungle. 😂
