My Kind of Pill
Let me deal with this alone,
Love’s a trap at its cruel form.
Life could have been better if we’re to choose,
Guess thy nicotine- lips were my best excuse,
Subtle hand holding,
Ousted by the feeling you inflame,
Kissing behind closed doors,
In this place of empty hearts, sadness out-pours.
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