Love


I m broken but not finished

Love make me slave.
It turn me into a pig that
I endup eating anything
that I see.
I m suffering because,
I eat the broken glasses from
this bowel full of sour, bitterness.
Now my heart bleeds.
It covered with the paint of love
from this food called love.
My eyes is filled with tears,
And become red like the eyes of man who is high from dagga

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