Pains of Pleasure
Plan as someones voice or maybe their eyes you can see their pain,
Yet there always those times you want to help but don't know how,
Let's take a mourning heart for instance.
You feels the waves of emotions,
And battering thoughts inside you,
Yet when seeing that other person,
You can see the hurt and pain they also hold,
making you feel like even more of a piece of shit.
Then just as you think things could go better,
It seems like it slips through your fingers yet again,
Like nothing there to begin with,
And a Hollow thought enters your mind...
What if I am trying all of this for nothing?
What if I am just something of no value to this person?
Am I just something as simple as dust?
I can only describe this is pains of pleasure,
Because as much of a broken and battered heart people can have,
They still hope when hope seems so very far away,
When the stitching just doesn't seem to stay,
And everything comes crashing down around you.
They are just only pains of pleasure.
Author's Note:
Just a 'nother day in paradise I suppose.
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