The love
she craved
Is not
dished on
My dining table.
The Love
she wanted
is not
The Sun
shinning in me.
The Love
she wanted
Is poison,
I don't have...
I can't give her,
it's dangerous
for Her and I.
JAHISHMINE
(theBARDboy).
The bard speaks on the incompatibility of he and a woman who loves him.
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