You can't stop the bleeding,
When you won't stop feeding,
The one that caused the hurting,
And is now just impeding.
You can't heal the wound,
If to him,you remain bound,
As he'll only come around,
To taunt, not to fond.
You can't cure this way love,
I'm telling you to get rid of,
Something that won't ever pay off,
Your investment or interest there of.
You, I call.myself in pity but sanity,
No one else would say this neatly,
But you, I say with clarity,
You deserve to heal in purity.
You, my love, I call to reassure,
You need to relax and savour,
For once in your life, be immature,
Be selfish, put yourself first and cure.
You, I know right now I'm spite,
But I can see the light after night,
So please listen to me plight,
Allow your cure, you're worth the fight.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetrySoon after the cruelly and devilishly beautiful rain, petrichor fills your nose if you aren't the one who ignores the murderous downpour in your private cabin. The smell of the rejuvenated sand is all what you feel when your feet explores nature's m...
