Love was not so simple as it seems,
The little shine in the murk
Is not a silver ray of hope to chase
But a web of complexities shining like a facade
Only to get you trapped in it
It's inevitable to be consumed in love
Losing yourself as it consumes you entirely
Pain is an unseen gift of love
Which didn't even spared the Gods
Afterall even Gods shed tears in love
Silently like a lost dove
Lost in the pain of losing it's love.
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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
