You hurt me for jest,
You think you are the best.
You think i am not tearful,
You expect me to be cheerful.
It's wrong to feel distress when i am in grief,
You are expecting me to smile at your mischief.
But when your karma return,
I am gratified it's no more fun.
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Sleepless Nights
PoetryHighest rank #121 in poetry This is a collection of my poems on love and heart breaks.. My love.... My heart is not mine,its yours, So many diseases , you're the cure. I am doing what i should, Holding my heart as tightly as i could.... language :...
