• rasul_alshaytan 10w

    Amiable

    Don't say you love me
    When you despair my kind
    Isn't it obvious when
    You devoured our freedom.
    Ambushed our rights.
    You smell like reek of lust
    Drooling in greed of your needs
    Eating my soul on fraud of love
    Isolation on anchor of possessive
    Just because of being amiable
    Cost me my freedom and ambiguity
    ©rasul_alshaytan