Writing nothing but
Words of despair....
Tragedy about love
That everyone adores......
Say it's the best thing
That can ever happen
But why don't I feel the same .....
The warmth of love....
Is far from my reach....
So I can only stand in this rain
Soaking wet
The cold drops dripping continuously....
& Ruthless icy breeze
Freezing me....
The frost covering my
Heart ...
To the point where it can't be the same.....
Slowly tainting it.....
With faded colors......
Neutralizing all the brightest shades......
The thrones present in those
Flowers I planted in the name of love....
Is now piercing my heart.....
Making deepest scar that'll
Hurt me lifelong......
The body that once radiated
A powerful & Spiritual aura....
Is dumped somewhere.....
And the self respect
Crumbled..... Shattered
Just to be loved.....
Love ; it took much out of me....
Snatched away the happiness....
Liveliness.....
& Provided sorrow ... Pain.... Hatred....... As replacement
Though there is too much light ...
Much Enough to illuminate
My dark world
But my bad
I've accustomed to darkness.....
I'll stay............
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