

You borrowed my Love;
I lent you my heart,
I made art for you,
I even wrote art for you,
I opened my Bleeding heart, for you,
But you,
You stabbed it,
Walked on it Severally,
Stomped on it Severely,
I gave you my Bleeding heart,But now
am just bleeding out,
Then you Stood there,
Smiling
With this evil grin on your Fac
you asked, “Whose bad Rays ?
Whose bad?”
Poet Rays?.
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