Selfish
Once I touch my heart
Nails disengaged from fingers
Eyes going blind
Ears going deaf
Sounding like my hands are a couple of eraser
How could I let you
To stay still
To build a house of storm
Where I will be buried
By your selfish
Copyright © Nur Holis | Year Posted 2018
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