As I dive deep into my soul ,
I see a picture of you,
A mesmerizing presence of yours,
Engraved on my soul.
It's a craving that screams- "bitter and sweet",
It's a scent of love but not exactly neat,
It's a mix of black and white I would say,
No flowers but a thorn garden,
Which I paint red,
Every time I walk on.
Oh don't ask me if it's pretty,
It's an art, what if it's a bit of tragedy?
For what's love without sorrow
A lover must bleed to pluck roses,
Oh! No, they can never be borrowed.
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PoetryA set of poems to accept yourself and to work on yourself...poems for traveling far away from what you are and what you could be, maybe in your fantasy. Poems for broken hearts, poems to love hard. Poems to live in reality and poems to get lost in w...
