Beyond the dream youve created im the one youve been expected to stay, you said. I'm the wonder inside your old funny head, you said. I'm a cruelty as the rainbow has its time to disappear to break the joy of satisfaction. Yet, I pray to the goodness of God to enlighten the day of darkness you said I've created in your days of waste. So, I'm breaking a brick to hurt my fingers and bleed as love and its unlimited pain.
Next time if you see me naked, dont pursue your imagination to the top of discomfortness. I dont flirt to make you morose. I will let you swing to reach the cloudnine. As long as you dont hurt my knees till them bleed, I'd love to make you stick with my pain that favors. You own my sorrow and beatitude. Please set me free to roll over at the mud of the wilderness, for once.
I love you till my nerves bleed.
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