In the whole world
There will be more
Who would say,
'I don't love you,
I don't like you,
I hate you,
I despise you'.
Knowing all that
And feeling each time,
You are kinda sad
And here comes the rhyme.
You are like a ghost,
Who wanders around,
Who lives a lonely life
That seems to worth no pound.
The same day arrives
And you live it alike,
The soul inside cries
And the heart full of spikes.
Your hands are all tied
And your feet cannot move,
You've gone away, died
And no need to prove.
12h46, 30/05/2022
No need to prove
© Copyright: Аннабелль Суон 2, 2022
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