Blues Me Loose
Lost lust, shall I call this
Your fears sanctified
Not knowing how forlorn we could be
Nonchalant a mind casted beautifully
Cursed cause should i be,
In this darkness 'ld I heal, feel the surge.
Wonder&deny me but wish me not hades
Cos asides we there 'll be no better
Than me who quarantined your fear
Compare to the rest, my good I see not hence
Who for your love away they equally crept
Let's reiterate and make the past our first
Copyright © Basit Lateef | Year Posted 2016
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