The words of poetry keeps slipping through my mind
The beauty of you and your love blinding my sight
The pain of restraints are burning my senses
Maybe in another life, another time you'd be mine wonders my mind
But the very possibility of you is out of my reach screams my life.
Why am I so unlovable that people turn their eyes to avoid my very sight?
Did it matter if I stay quiet or if I fight?
Here I give up, maybe on finding love or maybe on my life?
Because those things are for the beautiful creations of God
Maybe not a person like me who turned such beauty into ugliness.
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Poems of A soul
PoetryBleeding on paper is easier, It ensues blood into ink...phrasing words dripping of the pain.. Warning:Might contain some mature contents
