In my mind i Say
Crime for passion
is like being trapped in your own delusions
Slavery is like a spiritual oath harvasting itself like a psycho trying to get her lover back
i wrote this poem heart broken, how can a soul so pure turn in a dark selfish human being with just lies in his soul? how sad. how sad that we sometimes find people who hurt us. people who are not whom they say they are. the poem is me, i tried to deny it was over, i kept going back and each time i did that i lost myself.
