by Rana
Steal me from me, You had the chance
My innocent heart knew no imperfections
Cried out rivers in the rain of sorrows
My bright eyes had dreams of perceptions
Gazing at my little world of endless dreams
Perpetual in the art of love by all perfections
Treasures as promises, prone to fortunes
Spinning emotions scattered infractions
Your ruthlessness could not settle at all
The war of the words ruined my aspiration
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