Issues? Can’t Wait! | Poem

Let me know;

Isn’t tragic rose has thorns,

Isn’t gloomy stars love the moon,

Isn’t intense life hates death,

Isn’t faulty when I feel empty,

Deathra, why don’t you stop my heartache?

Simply put;

Wrap your arms around my breathes,

Stress painful memories and empty seas,

Sing mournful love you pretend,

Kill me on that moment when I hurt,

Where are those pains again?

It hurts where nothingness crawls,

Beneath the darkness, I collect roaming realities,

Deathra, I’m blessedly cursed not insane,

See me tonight,

My hands crave the tools of hurt.

©sjwordsmith

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