I love you, you loathe me,
It's a circle with a small hole ,
Bound to never meet.
You act nice, make a smile,
I hope of a real happy end after all,
Never will, you'd go in a while.
You fake care, it's a mare,
I believe like a naive dumb doll,
I hope, but life is never fair.
Love is always shown as red, but that's for those who got it, which are a few, for the greater fractions of the world, love is more related to black.
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
