To Someone Who Is Wrong
Walking in the rain with black shirt of dusts,
Sitting in a small chair with no strings attached.
Eating a bowl of porridge with eggs on my side,
Voraciously eating like a dead man on his wild side.
I swirled my eyes in the places of bright lights.
I saw you clearly smiling in my naked white sight.
You’re wearing white shirt in a stingy black glasses of hell.
Why were you so good and walked things so well?
When I saw you, good days were coming back.
Our love was inadequate and there was so something lack.
I stumbled on my seat and tried to hide under my chair.
You saw me in seconds and gave me a dark stare.
You were with someone but I was not so shocked.
Love games are your line like you’re having big stock.
You said you don’t know me because we were never ever together.
I’m grateful enough for knowing someone who is such polluted air.
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