Feb. 26, 2021.
Love is a man with many faces,
It made me shine my thirty-six,
Till it's withering knife grow its wings,
And it became a bird that perches on trees.
Its nest is supposed to be my home,
But every day it roams,
And every night is just another home,
And a time hope as to boom.
I have lived in this body so long,
Now time to shatter my longing,
All the hole that love has dug,
I could swear it isn't its doing.
Yesterday I nearly said I was done,
That I have found the one,
Everyone agreed that the seed was sown
But now, I couldn't see it to own.
Say it that my greediness has born a baby,
That my moves are slutty,
Maybe it is or messy,
I know everything knotty.
Will end with joy(After every difficulty there will be ease).
Note:
I hope this calm you for a little while.
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