I will let you live in
Every stanzas of my poems.
Until you lost your breath
In my real world.
People will read and,
Learn to love you.
They will ask who is this
I define in my every word.
You want to tell them
Who you are but you realized,
You were shut there,
Lonely, in that space.
Then you will start to hate me
For burying you to deep,
But dear, in every bruise and
Ache you caused to me,
You just don't know
You are already digging
And living in your own grave.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
I will let you live in
Every stanzas of my poems.
Until you lost your breath
In my real world.
People will read and,
Learn to love you.
They will ask who is this
I define in my every word.
You want to tell them
Who you are but you realized,
You were shut there,
Lonely, in that space.
Then you will start to hate me
For burying you to deep,
But dear, in every bruise and
Ache you caused to me,
You just don't know
You are already digging
And living in your own grave.
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