There's a sting in my heart,
Always there.
Like a bee,
Sometimes one, sometimes two,
Sometimes even a hundred.
Uncontrollably stinging and giving me pain.
Sometimes I cry, sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I even comprehend the pain.
It's always there,
The sting in my heart.
Giving me trouble.
I can't breath.
(25.08.2021)
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Sad Poetry
PoetryI write sad poems. I wanted to share them. I'm not a native speaker. I also write sad poems in German.
