My life is a lie
Wish I could just die,
But how can I?
So I just suffer and cry.
You think I played with you,
How can that be true?
I hate my fate
It again took my best mate,
With everything I see or do,
Why do I just remember you?
You said that I don't exist for you now,
What do I do and get you
Just tell me how?
Loving you is the most beautiful tragedy,
Because I can never get over you my silly.
No one believes my love for you
I don't give a fuck what they think or do,
But how can my love think the same too?
My life is a lie
I wish I could just die,
But again how can I?
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Poems of A soul
PoetryBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
