In the dark forest
I ran on a risky path
There's a man, holding
A gun.
His thumb curve on
The trigger.
In one click the bullet
Might stray into my brain.
When he pulled the trigger.
The black forest turns into
While background.
And suddenly, I woke up
And it was only a nightmare.
I thought it was real, because
There's someone trying to
Stab my back.
They are not trying to kill
My emotion, but they are
Slowly killing my soul.
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FACE OF LOVE [Memoir Series #2] ✅
Non-FictionThe face of love is not often happy, Is not always in love There is fear, nervousness, sadness and doubt. If you felt all this, and saw it with your own two eyes. You really loved the wrong person. -🍁