Like fire, the soul burns inside,
When their cold behavior gets hype.
All the rainbows and shining lights
Abruptly they turn into black and white.
Weird are the fellows, they so quite
Looks like they ain’t care, selfishly disguised.
Lonesome times regardless of day-night,
Dupes of love and creepy smiles.
A precious stone, found and lost.
Such a deep pit with a mess resting inside.
Tears into gems, so sharp and fineHafsa Awan
Who knew the cure would poison the mind…