Life is like a bittersweet poison to me,
I drink it everyday, out of routine.
But I've made myself immune to it's charms,
Another day or two, I shall be free of it's arms.
To me, life is like a gun,
I take bullets from it everyday hun.
Not that I am bulletproof now,
But they have stopped hurting me now.
Life is like a fire to me,
It has burned me enough.
I've been scarred throughout,
It's a flame, I'm ready to put out.
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Dust
Poetry[Featured by Wattpad poetry] 'When the difficulties of life become hard to bear, A mask of happiness I wear.' A collection of poems written by me.
