Crave

Am I seeing flies
Surrounding something I wanted for so long
True essence of rotten

Where do I go now
Reality is bittersweet
How do men cope with such evildoers

Desires, temptations
Drunk and conditions
Don’t do it
The lust afterwards is washed away with morning’s star

Brighten up
Your childhood memories
Life was fun before this new love
These awkward hormones

Were taking over
I am not surrounding myself
With the devils garden
It will temp you as questioning

Reach to you as if there is a better life
Grab your focuses and make of them a treasury
Hunter

Adore you,

Shivafeli

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