I saved too
much love
in the called
piggy bank.
Everyday I saved one
so someday I can
meet someone.
Someone whom
my piggy bank
belongs.
Someone whom
I could get along.
Then one day
my piggy bank
got full.
Like too much
kills itself.
So then, I let my
piggy bank get
BROKEN.
I always fall for everything and let it destroy me; It’s my fault after all, but I still hope that one day I will find a person who won’t ever hurt me.
Her mind was occupied with a sweet misery.Or you can say a loving memory of someone she loved with pure soul.The ‘nobody’ of her life.
Gunshot powder in the air Bodies scattered on the streets Pollution is everywhere
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