Innocent Me
Some People used me
I thought they Care me
Days were passing
I was growing
They were so cool
By thinking that I am a Fool
I was Sad
They did'nt felt bad
Real love always have a Scent of Caring
Fake love always have a Scent of Ignoring
We Realise it Late
What is Real and What is Fake
Copyright © Syeda Sara Fatima | Year Posted 2021
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