Luving you, broke my heart
like my blood was made out of bones

I died, I cried.

For your luv to stay home today.

Luv doesn't like to be controlled,
by man or submissive to the act of luv

Luv was wild and provocative.

She spends everyday,
like it's a saturday night.

Luv doesn't attache her self
to her emotions

It makes her desperate for isolation,
from her own soul.

As her heart feels nothing,
for the riches
that destroyed her; without fulfilling,
her destiny.

What was her destiny?


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