Pictures are there but the real is gone
The people are wasted in the dark of the dark
The tears are temple I run away to
When no one understands how hard I feel
The love is stolen,the necklace is weak
The neck is broken and the pain could speak
Who can say what’s happening,
when no one is there
who can appologise for the heart I hold
remember the old days
when you used to talk and stare
really honey your heart is un fair
really honey life is so un fair
really honey it crosses the mind
the frames are lost
and the pictures still there
the skin is fractured ,the blood is steamed
one day I will brush the sky
the ground ,the rivers with the lava I have
the rage is big ,the volcano cant wait
I m here ,in my house but I m nowhere
In fact
I m married its all so many fakes
The novel is end, the start would cry
My daughter is playing, my son is eating
I pray that no one sees my past
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