Under the surface

by NOOR   Nov 15, 2015


Bubbles rise up from my breathe
As you pull me from my legs
Deeper and deeper to net of lies.
You want me so badly
Yet you are not willing to give up her
If you love me like you claim to do
Why am I bleeding
And why you have to keep a knife on my neck?
What becomes to love
You are cold blood murderer
I try to push you away
But you own my soul
You drown me inside you

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