My love has been stolen and out of misery, I took out a bottle of hopelessness,
a sip and my eyes landed upon a revolver.
There he was, a problem resolver.
Have I met my fate?
Has love decided not to wait?
My heart is not in a place to negotiate
And my hand does not hesitate.
A second sip of loneliness
from a bottle of hopelessness.
Ready to witness my finger
wed the trigger.
Oh suicidal thoughts of a helpless survivor.
Suicidal thoughts of a hopeless lover.
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My Love for Thee
PoetryEscaping the past in search for a better future and ends up hopelessly in love with nature, it's Beauty and Persona...
