Facing Burnt Love Poem by Kong Vang
Facing Burnt Love
Burned metal press on my heart...
Breezed glass wraps on my heart...
Both inside and outside hurts...
All i can smile for is pain...
Facing her with a new man...
This feeling I shall bare...
Not worth a golden coin...
Still, my heart roars...
As if Heaven will fall...
As if Hell will crumble...
What is the use of this love...
Oh, heart how can I please you...
When we don't control her heart...
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