i am too a prisoner of love like some lucky ones
loving you and the chaos surrounding fragility
words are like a girl
abysmal, messy and harmful
it's all over nowhere
and the lover has flown closer to the sun
wait for the show to begin
the feeling of love momentarily lust can bring
lust brings hate and along comes mind games
love is cherished and then burnt like a picture in a frame
YOU ARE READING
man machine
Poetryhe's a man, and he always will be leader of the pride, leather of most motions.
