DOUBLE-CROSSED
Watching tv, sipping lemonade puree.
Pain once again visited me.
Waving hello, asking how does it feels to be,
Betrayed by the person whom you gave your trust away.
Poem: Made in Pain ( Double-crossed )
DOUBLE-CROSSED
Watching tv, sipping lemonade puree.
Pain once again visited me.
Waving hello, asking how does it feels to be,
Betrayed by the person whom you gave your trust away.