I know you love
To see my tears.
I know you want
To be my fears.
But after autumn,
The fallen leaves clear.
When winter comes,
We know summer is near.
I know you love
To see me in pain.
I know you want
My love to be invain.
But after rain,
The raindrops drain.
The seasons go on till
Summer is here again.
Just tell me why you hurt me so much.
Show me a reason for which it is this that I deserve.
You can drain a rose's life by one touch.
By hurting me you did wrong, you hit a nerve.
Why can't you face me and say it?
Why do you kill me by backstabbing?
Why do I cry falling on my knees?
I know the answer, this is my lovin'.
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Dreams
PoetryPeople weave dreams. Some come true, some don't. Some get shattered. I don't know if the ones I write here are ever gonna come true.. I don't know whether shattered dreams can live again.
