The Move On


All sporadic existences of mine
With whole heart, I let it go
The clouds of joy that would rain
Had acid in them, I didn't know.

Blunders of words that came
I enjoyed for I don't watch love tales
Perpetual loss that you breathed in
Now corrodes you through various hells.

All the good times and turmoil that happened
No lame blame game could justify
Let's laugh it off as a poor decision
It's true, the dire tantrums won't satisfy.

It burns within like a fire ball
Unleashing the little rage that's left
Afraid of schizophrenic pathologic lies
Atleast with a warning comes my cheap cigarette.
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In frame:- @_d_i_n_3_s_h_

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