Simple Words | Poem

Why is it love?

I can’t feel when its around.

Why is it hate?

I can’t feel when its around.

Why is it care?

I can’t feel when its around.

Deathra,
Come, see me, I know stars gone wild.

Run! When you see my darkness,

Trust me, it’s not what you desire,

The ugliness you disgust,

The beauty you crave,

It’s all in there,

Just, sleep in fire.

Deathra,
Come, see me, I need to tie us down.

©Suraj Jangid

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