What am I supposed to do?
Die on live, or do something something new?
Guilt seeps through as I feel like a fool
Reliving through dreams, as I drool.
Maybe I really don't love you
As I don't know how to do
But why do I feel this pain?
When all my tears go in vain.
Maybe I did mess up,
But I like this broken mess.
Such a sweet torcher
Shattering my soul,
Still I keep feeling this love
Which is forbidden for my role..
YOU ARE READING
Poems of A soul
ПоэзияBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
