Not That That Hurt
A wall might be too high to jump,
With gates and dogs too at the front,
A wall might have sharpest of razors,
And doesn't stop stupidest of thieves.
You might have all reasons not to be,
In love with anyone, not even me,
You might have that filthy heart,
And speak not that that hurt.
Copyright © Hudhaifah Siyad | Year Posted 2015
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