14 JUL 2017 AT 9:56

Living his all life in solitude,
He had a rough attitude,
First day on work in that infamous hood,
He saw her n realised he fell for an prostitute.

That night,
Blocking all those feelings,
He lay on his bed dreaming,
There he saw her again,
There it goes again.
Heart beating, palm sweating,
How could be fell for her again.
He calmed his heart trying to bargain,
Afterall,
She was a merchandise he had to sell AGAIN.

- Untalkative_One