hate and anger · pain and suffering · poetry · relationships


Smile. . .

I pretended and try laugh.


I adored the cosmetic skin of yours.

Happily. . .

I wanted and loved every bit.


No matter how much I was in tormented state,

to hear your voice is the one that saves me each time.


Any second of my waking hour of the bed at night I get up;

is the only happiest time of my life.

Coz’ at least I am away from you.



β„’XENOphagz 2019

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