Pain keeps us breathing
The more we suffer, the more we live.
But it keeps on inflicting
The more I suffer, the more I give.
This love ceases to beat
The more it beats, the more it bleeds.
And ravished by this heat
The more it pushes, the more it heats.
No one can mend this broken heart
No one can find its missing part
No one can heal this wounded love
No one can free its hopeless dove.
And this pain keeps me breathing
But still uncertain of that cruel world
Whether I'll go or I am staying
And let my life be in folds!
I decided to free myself from worries
And left all of that miseries behind
But I am suffocating, I can't breathe!
T'was like my lungs are in bind.
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Once There Was A Bitch Named Poetry
PoetryPoems written with razor blades and a deviant's blood.
