Confessions

May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Love was not the word we useLove brought out our insecuritiesYou know how it feels when my head rests on your shoulderI know how it feels when you hold me nearerAnd that was enough May be we shouldn't have confessedIt was a little more Together... Continue Reading →

Masters of the Game

just like cigaretteit all goes up in smokered as emberthe heart burnsetched into the wallsecho screams of my silencefour letter wordschange their coursecelebrations of delighta theatrical geniusunderneath the mulching suffocate what remainsthere are days of unbecomingthere are days of schemingand with all that manipulationyou... I become Masters of the Game

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