Hurt

Drenched in pain, in the darkness I wait
Shadows I see when I get laid

A bed made of stones, roofed with hard clay
Wearisome smile, when I see u Serenade

Hurt lingering on me, when I think of times
Breaks me into pieces, that can’t be reminisced

It tears me down, and burns me into ashes
your ruthless deeds, my conceit races 

Only if I lived life in every promising way
Only if I saw the smile that could prolong my worldly stay…

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