It hurts.
The pain;
The pain you gave me.
The pain of rejection.
It burns.
The hurt;
The hurt you gave me.
The hurt of losing.
It stings.
The sorrow;
The sorrow you gave me.
The sorrow of regret.
They kill.
These things;
These things you gave me.
These things of Death.
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My Book Of Poetry- The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
PoetryJust some poetry I have wrote. Yes, I might have a pretty good life, but my life is still rough. These poems reflect it all-- the good, the bad, and the ugly.
