The pain of love can be bad,
sometimes it can be very sad.
It can hurt and rip you inside
then you want to run away and hide
your friend says to you,
You will be fine, just give it time,
You are right, it does stabs like a knife
No one can take the hurt away
it’s on your mind all the time,
and it stabs like a knife.
You see him, or her
and you feel twisted in side
and it stabs like a knife.
Then, one day the hurt will go away
and you will wonder,
what ever happened to the one,
that made you feel like,
You got stabbed by a knife.
Well articuated and nicely expressed with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions....
true life has its up and down like a tune. good write pamela.
It's amazing how that knife is stored in the cupboard of our heart. I take it out every now and then to clean the stains..
Lovely. I personally would have put the 'you' in the second last line as the first word in the last line, to give it better flow. try reading it with the word moved in your head, and see if it sounds better or looks better. I may be wrong but definitely try it. You get ten! Yeah! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is the best healer. dawn and dusk circling. thus have been going on. your composition fine! .....10+