I Lost Myself For You
With the hope
That my love will bloom one day,
And you'll value it
I kept fighting
Without realising that
I was losing myself
In this process.
Ultimately,
The day came
When I wasn't myself.
I lost two best people
That day.
One was you
And the other was me.
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
