Eternal Torment
its just a mile
with me no smile
my face is dull
my mind is blockhead
it hits me hard
i get the meaning of guilt
i feel so filthy
though i take my blameto nobody
am sorry to myself
sorry to the world
am sorry for my already gone angel
i still can hear ur cries darling
it haunts my heart
and crushes my soul hard
it kills my passion of living
but see, unfortunately i had to
i was ashamed of my big tummy
they all knew i did it
just coz of my fires of passion
down the sheets of pleasure
lost in my innocence
my confidence was lost
angel,
i never saw you
but i felt you
the sweetest moments
created the worst decision
my angel
your dad neglected you
and run away from me
i had nowhere to take the shame
rather than cutting short ur existence
am sorry dear
the fate never allowed you to see the world
@joy coppyz
#say no to arbotion
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