Thursday, 30 March 2017



Doing chores
Moping the floors
Saving money
to feed my empty tummy

You are the essence to my freedom
Which only people can bring
You are the key to my anger
Which you can conceive

You are my temptation
A temptation that I will never get my hands on
until someone will give to me

You make me happy
as I absorb down my throat
You are the apple to my eye
and my Best friend on couch

 I wish you were free
but instead you cost a fortune
You are my soulmate
You are my dream come true 

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