phone

in my defense it was 1.55 and I sounded like a very experienced somehow

Its one-fifty five
I can hear the dog of neighbours
Under drunk light of the street

Song on the radio ends
So I reached to my love
That I can hold anytime
And knows all my fraud

Phone
rings again
Another subscription
Despite the amount of mails
I found your box among letters

Why I am always painted black by the loves I would used to die for?
Why I am the villain in a world full of gold stars?
He hated his colour then asked me light
I reached out to wine in an Irish pub
Said I am leaving
Said it’s fine
Tried to dye myself cause he was sun

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I am addictive somehow for the men who seeks love
It was not common until I ask them to bow
Who would know that I am always just a season
Even for my mirror
So I die myself in every colour
for anyone who wants a false spring
only for the eyes

Give me a one stars review
For example, She is a heartless, liar and almost evil as any president