Can you feel that? All my sorrows and pain?
Please feel my pain before you call it excuses
Once I thought I'll give my love all my happiness
but now I search for it in my bucket and it's only filled with insects.
So I make a garland of insects and make you wear it
The rest of the insects , I make my potion with it
and feed you letting your heart sip it bit by bit
I am sorry my love , I have nothing else to give
I am full of dirt and you have to swallow it
-Afrin_bk
Dedicated to : someone I loved/ love
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My poetry
PoetryMy soul is whispering "Don't fall into despair" My day is nearing Undoubtedly, I will prosper. Taking the words out of my vein But My Fingers, They are touching out all of my pain Failing to write in the words of Shakespeare But In your heart, ...
