Never ending,
Never meeting,
A tale of misery,
People call love.
Sweetness seeping,
Heart melting,
Singing the joys,
Of hurt.
Too much to say,
Yet too little we understand,
We squander our soul,
Just because our lives sit,
On palm of our hands.
A broken life,
A fractured dream,
That’s all I have,
It seems…………………….
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