Every part of mine makes a promise When you kiss each layout of my shape, It's not that easy to scratch yourself, Out of me, once your soul surrenders to me. I will chase your foot dotted line, wrapped in a black silk sheet, wherever you go, to make out with your soul. 🌸❣
♏E : Mumma I want a phone📱for my studies... Ⓜ️om : You know na we don't have money for this all stupid things... ♏E : Mumma I want dress for sister's wedding... Ⓜ️om : You know na we don't have money just put anything who cares what you wear! ♏E : Mumma I want to go abroad for studies. Ⓜ️om : You know na we don't have money for your foolish things! Nothing can happen if you study there. ♏E : Mumma my all friends are going in a trip ! Can I go? Ⓜ️om : You know na we don't have money for your entertainment use it only for essential things. ♏E : Mumma my friend is in hospital he needs money !Can I help him? Ⓜ️om : You know na we have no money for others ..we earn for you only!!
It's crazy, isn't it? We remain in the middle-- Half-dazed, half-lucid; Neither here nor even there; About to be quashed, unawares. Because, we believe that it's safer To just stand there.