You mean the world to me, he said
She just smiled to herself
With tears choking her heart
She wished to believe
But she couldn't
For she wanted safeguard herself
She trusted no longer
Disillusioned with experiences
Love: what a fictitious word
Lust: everyone wanted
A piece of her flesh
A piece of her flesh
In her abyss
She was still breathing
Still struggling
But why
And for whom
When she couldn't know
Which one is her's
How can she be
Someone else's
So she went back
To her abyss of skeletons
While he holds on to her
With hope.
©LR
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