A beautiful thing it is, or that
Everyone seems to say,
Sudden innocent realizations,
Had me shuddering.
Sharp pains prickling my
Heart from the deep broken Gashes
I sustained.
What is love?, I cry to myself
In disparity, weakened from the,
Hurt I've been dealt with. Silently,
I wished I never gave out my heart.
Sadly I realize with deep regrets.
These matters of love, can't
seem to be Solved.
A sojourner in this land I'm, trying to
Find a place and balance in this,
Desecrated world, caught up in a
Frivolous painful Hamster wheel.
An endless cycle of Heartbreaks.
A drug that inflicts pain on it user,
Sending it bearer into a state of
Sheer Undiluted misery, matters of
Love it's. A mistake made, now
Haunting me, driving wedge's in
Between my tender heart, my
Mind bleeding from the damage's.
Scar's serving as a souvenir.
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