In the End, My Bane
You were so okay, but I was in misery
for me it was love, for you, seemed philanthropy
I needed a lover's bind, but you craved the freedom lane
all your selfish philosophy, in the end, was my bane.
(11.03.2023)
Copyright © Marshall Iftekhar Ahmed | Year Posted 2023
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