I was so much into you That I lost my friends, My family and most importantly Myself.
My dear you, You hurt me so much That I lost you, And I lost myself too.
I was depressed, tensed here You were happy there. I cutoff myself from friend You cutoff from me. I forget they are the Reason of my survival. I forget what they Mean to me, when You said, I mean Nothing to you.
And now you don’t Have that standard To hurt me, to talk To me, to show your Face to me.
Baby thanks for Letting me not to Regret in future , Thanks to let me Know my worth.
It was a freak accident of epithelium under anaesthesia. You place a window on to a hollow brain. The money makes the monkey out of you. A green light blocks the fish, your memory, to swim in black thoughts. The
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
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I had a dream last night. It was very concise but interesting. Rather revelatory, but not prophetic in the usual way. There was a class with a facilitator encouraging input based on a lesson plan provided to the class. I,