Love that is worse than poison,
Love that binds and grinds,
That separates the ashes from the dust.
Bonded hearts bleeding to stay alive.
Cruel, cruel world that we live in,
Love that leaves you mad,
And empty inside.
The struggle of a swordsman
Cannot be compared.
Love that breaks your mind
Breaks the Soviet and breaks your boundaries
Dreams? What will dreams be if love is gone?
What will a person become if living is like a knife deep in their spine?
How does one live if love is their death?
How can we smile in such a tragedy?
The world claims to be at rest,
But its stakes are assembled against my heart.
The shells that tried to create a shelter,
Have been broken in pieces.
The union of great ones,
Has become a dirge of sorrows.
How can we stand and watch?
Love has defiled the uppermost seats,
It has broken the weakest asunder,
It has brought and taken life.
Love that cannot satisfy the belly,
That cannot withstand time.
Love that is ingrained on our hearts like scars.
Dealt with blows from a severe world,
Love cannot stand anymore.
It will not save anyone,
It cannot save itself.
The tigers bite and the cobra's hiss
Are better options than to love.
Teary eyes and trembling lips,
Is that all the end to it?
Is this the end of it all?
Love is finished, dead, and born again as nothing.
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Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
