Every year I got wounded
From my own feelings.
The scar
The curves
Trying to cure
the bleeding heart.
But those smile,
I thought you
Can give me strength.
But it was another hole of pain,
He created on my vain.
And the heart was slowly
Dying every time
I see your name.
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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. -🍁