Il dolore
As you capitalize on my cracks
& breaks
& call it love
I'm losing all my precious mind
& my whole soul's just bein' drug
As this story somehow fell in line
I thought a fairytale it was
But to mine very own surprise
A fresh new hell is what you dug
Tell me please
Who of us needs
More pain
in our little worlds
Deceived, destroyed,
And then devoured
Cuz distributing pain
Shows levels of power
Cowaring to realness
Karma may not be instant
But may she be persistent
On her mission.
Love is not supposed to feel like prison.
Just sayin'~Alysia
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