It was not Love when I used to call you baby.
It was a Revenge, I loved my smile behind your shoulders.
For all my old feelings, and my bad times
For all my hurts, tears and suffer
I stole your heart, and I burned it by my hands.
I did it because you deserve it.
My heart is so expensive for you
Now drink from the same Glass bro
I hope you enjoyed it
Moutamaddine Rajaa
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Rajaa Moutamaddine
A Moroccan girl poets lover.
"Words are the only emotionally defense we can use"
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