Blindfolded on his lies
he put a leash on
and again pulled me in his falsehood
I wagged my loyalty
dug down my heart, buried our love
it sang in every beat
handcuffed
I couldn’t lay a finger on him
not a small pinch of blame on him
still it sang in every beat
Because I was a knucklehead
who buried his lies deep
Gagged
I couldn’t ask..
he knew the only proof
his circles of lies
my illusion of love
dwelt around the fleshy cardio
that sang in every beat
he fried my heart
on a oily words
and nibbled down his throat
he ate my heart
Aleashaa 
the things we do for love or the perception of love…intensely-written
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when the silence is keen on its existence, even love can have a expiry date.
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yes, and in some cases it expires quickly…i wrote a piece once(haven’t posted it here yet) that went something like: silence is golden unless you were expecting something different…
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wow! i would like to go through it.
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i’ve experienced loves swift death from both sides…a few times…
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obviously, love exhibit such features
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yes, it has many faces
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and most of the time, love do bear mask.
taking cautious is appropriate 🙂
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indeed…wise advice 🙂
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clever
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Thank you 🙂
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