My heart was never blue
Blood pumping through
Then it bleed for you
'cause bullet coming through
From the shot by you
I turn my back from myself
I shut my eyes and close my ears
From everything that trying to make me face the reality
For every mistake you made
Every disrespect I got
I'll changed, you said
You never did
I thought this love worth the pain
Only now to realize
You are not
I bleed even from the smallest bullet
Love isn't taking the bullet
When you're the shooter
Written by Amnani
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Meraki
PoetryTo all the boys I've dealt before, The Breaker and The Lover 🖤 MERAKI ; This is a word that modern Greeks often use to describe what happens when you leave a piece of yourself (your soul, creativity, or love) in your work. When you love doing somet...
