My love for you is an abyss-deep and unmeasurable.
It was a ghost, that gives me chills and cold.
It was a rock, hard and firm.
But it was broken by you with just a single blow.
What's left are the pieces
And those are the reason of my pain.
I struggle through walking on them.
Though, I'm a masochist and I love the pain.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
