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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

A black ring

One day you called me, you looked at me and you kissed me

On my finger a ring you placed and I felt the queen of the universe

But every day I went up the stairs in the park and with another I saw you

I saw a ring like mine placed on your finger

I felt like dying, the pain of losing a great love, it hurts in my soul

A few days later I found out that many rings you gave

Black rings like your soul, black chains that mistreat

That for you they were worth nothing, black rings that as chains caught us

You are a mirage of a perfect man, the truth is you are worthless.