Showering

Stop showering me with words

The night is still young

Stop spearing me with wounds

The heart is still stung

All I asked was magic

And it had to be tragic

Stop stopping me from breaking

The insult is still waiting

The circus has deepen

And I am the joke

Your eyes look haunting

And the insult is waiting

For you to be respecting
.
(The best gift you could ever give to anyone is your respect )

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