MY LOVELY ROUGHNECK
by Dinda Nurmala
You cut me down but you are not a scissor
Yet without a scissor
You push me as if I am an obsolete door
You throw me away as if I am a shit
You make me bleed but you are not a knife
Yet you don’t have a knife
I’m bleeding…. I’m bleeding…..
Do you mind to drink my blood, babe?
I’ll give it to you all of mine
One and only reason
Because I love you
I love you
I love you
Love.
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