The lanes of my heart will be straight when you’ll leave It will never turn back to those steps you left Neither it will hold on those strings you weaved Nor will it wait for the shadow you shed
The fire I inhaled blared within our sin And each of your sting has begun to praise Every time this dawn makes me feel you within With all of your scars, that can never erase
Every night I bleed on the lust of your rose My blood resides on the petals into deepest veins Hindering to tears and pains that you’ve bestowed Has filled my lust with your sweetest poison
I was covered into madness, raped by the dawn All of my leaves were wrapped with my blood A million years have passed since I lost my crown Still my chassis is dallying for another new flood
When a rose turns old petals fall but the rose bud remains and its beauty and fragrance leaves a lasting impression in our minds Sure the beauty and fragrance of a rose lasts but briefly but the rose garden goes
Fallen from what was established, What was marginalized- Those Vedic norms have fallen apart And a gang rape is now an order, an order! A viral order, long ago planted in culture, By morons of male-feminine prowess, That has been
Here comes the snow again some people love it, I hate it I’m more of a Summer kinda guy it’s much too depressing to me being coped up inside looking out my frost covered windows and seeing no sun up
He gave me a rose today, It was not any Rose day, But for his brutish words last night, I know he is sorry so I smiled. He gave me a rose today, It was not our anniversary day, But
Rose blossoms in filth Love for lust begins in bliss Thorn accompanies Rose uncertainty is part of Love Rose looks beautiful when fresh Lover looks attractive at first sight Rose withers over a time Love turns bitter after some time
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