Be the Same
I never asked when you were late to home,
I know you used to roam.
You had the fame,
And your call list had many girl's name.
You said heaps of lie;
And deep inside I used to die.
I take a pill to sleep,
As I know only to weep.
Your actions make me sick;
I cry till I'm pink.
I want to leave you;
But love and hopes are always new!
Copyright © Harshitha Gn | Year Posted 2017
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