Why do we pine for the ones we can't have?
Why don't we open up to the ones we do like?
It's like we're drawn to hurt,
A second nature,
A skin we can't shed.
The torture is self-inflicted.
The endless thoughts running through out minds
Till the spell is broken, we hurt when we love
So we love to hurt for we love those we shouldn't love.
©Sephace_
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On The Road
PoetryOn The Road is a compilation of poems inspired by the unending stories of life which entails both the good and bad and the exciting and depressing aspects of life. *Winner of The Coalition Summer Awards 2019 Poetry category*
