Oh, the sweet misery is never brief,
The everlasting sting is cold feeling.
Hope, stolen by a very clever thief,
Its touch will strike you, the cause of kneeling.
A hole ruptures deep, with every inhale,
Craters of no trust form so easily.
Controlling you with a broken exhale,
Fools gold seems real, looks rather lovingly.
As the last bit of light retreats so slow,
You hear an animal cry out with fear.
Don't be fooled by sounds, you already know,
That's your heart, dying with the lonely tear.
The fading white of a beautiful dove,
Is the mark, the sign of the curse of love.
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Curse of Love
RomanceA boy who foolishly believes that the girls he encounters, might be the one for him. Putting in time and effort seems to be wasted when each of his crushes find someone while he is left forgotten. Watch as Gary goes through upsets within possibiliti...
