You are gone...
And my world came crashing down
You were not there
to see the ashes of burnt dreams...
Love hurts and hurt it does
When you have given all to that one
who never realised what he lost...
That aches and writhes, only i feel
my heart cries, only i hear
A lone battle
i lost all, but nothing in you
for you were never there in this journey with me...
A blank canvas i want
to paint a dream again
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Love hurts and hurt it does
ReplyDeletebeutifull..
Thanks monk...yes it does hurt when probably you have give it all
ReplyDeleteInteresting Soul. I see the poetry has been written with blood instead of ink. Quite an interesting choice of canvas too, black instead of white. Let it further flow to ease your pain and mend your frayed soul.
ReplyDeleteThe Canvas is u but a masterpiece can only be made with love & affection…… find your colors Girl…… find your colors……
ReplyDeleteAhhh.... dont you speak for us all?
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