Whore of Nights
Endless nights ,Endless days,
seems like a story in my life.
I say no,still goes far,
forbidden fruit tastes so dear.
Flesh or heart,which comes first,
tug of war decides at last.
Bed of roses,beside me,
chose the thorn to love the pain.
Am I a dice ,played by life?
or a whore of sleepless nights.
Written by Abie
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