Sunday, 29 October 2017

ironical lies

Anything you told me,
Everything you once said to me,
Strategically was planned for me,
You! You lied to me.

You told me I would be fine,
You said your plans are in line,
You said i am a fine wine,
You! Made me think I was sine.

I believed you,
Believed your lies,
I hanged my hope in your skies,
Now you have sold it out to flies.

Now I need to retreat,
Lest my soul should heat,
I need to mold,
Lest my soul goes cold.

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