Stop taking her name
In your beats -
I scolded the heart.

While watching those
Beautiful black curly hair
And those pink lips
Painted purple or silver
Powered by those
Cleavage exposing blouses,
I try to become the judge
To my own self.

I knew she was also
In love with me.
But I also know the society -
It won't accept me
Hands in hands
With a prostitute.

But just like a leopard
Can't change his spots,
We can't stop loving
Each other - may be
For a night or
The whole life.

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