Trust have become a game
A game of pleasure
To instill faith in another
In hoping to hook a heart
Clearing a path for love
To steal a heart
Moulding lies into truths
Bakery of deception sweet tales
Poor soul
Convinced too soon
Ready to be slaughtered
Too late it is irreversible
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Author:
Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2022 00:35
- Category: Love
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