This is the power of my heart. This is what I call sihr halal.
Coco J. GingerYou are my heart, my head, my spine-you are the beat thumping through every line, and that’s why I write–it’s the only time we can be side by side.
Coco J. Ginger...you’re in my blood spreading through my heart— pumping me numb.
Coco J. Ginger...but fame didn’t suit you, you compromised, a renegade rebel, you gave me your eyes.
Coco J. GingerI’m ready, I’m bursting with color
I’m highlighed in the best this world has to offer—
You tear me down just to build me up again. All I can think is: you are a psycho-clown.
Coco J. GingerI shutter to think your demon fingers ever held my gentle skin. Your aged, jaded heart ever held me-if even for a moment-inside hers. I shake when I think your name knows mine, your lips have touched mine.
You didn't break my heart, you tortured her. And for what, but the bitter revenge of the one who had destroyed you, long before I even knew you.
I could say you are dead, but you are very living. You live to destroy, as you were once destroyed. You live to kill.
A cayenne heart can't be broken.
Coco J. Gingerهذا ما أعتبره قوة قلبي. هذا ما أعتبره السحر الحلال.
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