Hostage of Your Look
If I was not a hostage of your look
Perhaps
I would have been
The happiest person of this town.
Now
Arrested in your love
Everyday
I am in search of myself
Until sun sets down
At nights,
Thinking of you
I am awake
Staring at the wall,
Similar to my heart
I am thrown
As
Someone doesn't care at all.
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