Midnight Delight, a Reverse
MIDNIGHT DELIGHT, A REVERSE
The night when it started to wary
And you don’t care to return home
Or when you arrive early
No sweet music
But all remorse of bad luck in our lives
Daily chores have become daily sermon
No more love and caresses
But purely insulting words
Touching has become a misdemeanor
And loving turned sour and hurting
Just to make amends, forgiveness is a sin
Prospect of life’s dream is broken dream
The more we try the more this feeling a syndrome
Of bad luck and anarchy!
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