Fraud
written by: Rineyl Bayrs
Never thought I’d get past it,
Never knew your touch
Would one day lose its haunt.
All the times I fell to the ground,
Fought unarmed, without a guard
Now they look like lessons I paid for in blood.
I served my heart on a silver platter,
Offered all of me to the hands of a fraud.
But finally, I don’t search for you
In unfamiliar crowds.
A young medical student who finds the dance of words mesmerizing when shaped by her emotions. She’s excited about the possibility that what she writes may resonate with others.
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