Golden chains are no different than the other,
Longing from the warmth of his touch, your body craves,
Teeth chattering from the coldness of his heart,
Silent plea cascading on your cheeks,
Realizing it was better to not have him at all,
To take all the pain your soul could take,
Than to see him slowly die from a selfish love,
That's it's you whose he with, but his heart beats for someone else.
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A Gift Of Love
PoetryTo you who gets to read this, let this be our testimony that even in depth of despair, there still, and will always be hope to guide our way out of melancholy.
