TAKE IT TO THE HEART



 
Now that my days are troubled
Where from here do I alone go?
In this dilemma, I wish I could sail above
Before poverty, I crave for decorum as one fold
Here I am lone, nowhere known to go
I wish without wings, I could fly like a beautiful dove
Now my fate is beclouded by clumsy smoke
And before dark, I wish could by love cope
The truth, nevertheless I need to be told
If I told you I never mourned you, it was a joke

Before I met you at first
Thought your chemistry was for my joy decorous
Never knew you overnight turned a disease without cure
Later, you became the devil so nefarious
At last, you rendered my soul injurious
Or do you have an iota of defence?
Even now that you had become my archenemy
By day, you play my best friend in pretence

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