Love is a poison ivy that makes your heart itch
You'll find a way to make your heart recover
Poisoned by the love itself till you bleed to death
Scratches of the past will leave its reddish scar
Haunted by the choice made whether it's right or wrong
Until you grow strong as the vine rising from the ground
Its never been wrong to love but you've to live
Healed by time slowly as it covers the wounds inflict
Remedy of heart is to move on from the pain
Only time will tell you'll grow as beautiful as the plant.
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Myriads Of Poem Collection
PoetryThis a collection of universal poems that I've written with various themes. I hope you enjoyed it. This contains free verses and rhyme.
