Real Curse Poem by Tara Chettur
Real Curse
You churn my emotions,
and tasted the cheese flavor,
you tingle my nerves,
and i crave for ever,
you played with my heart,
i promise not to forgive,
you strangle my feelings,
i promise to recover.
Oh! your mother so sweet,
Its hard to believe
that you are born as an evil seed in her womb,
you crub my faith, my belief,
my hatred for you is now the reason to live!
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5/10/2024 5:47:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
haterd is the extreme limit of love, how can u love someone so much.