The mighty of the pain to love it is,
As strong as knife, punched in with a fist.
No control no power not even a soul,
Can compress this emotion,
A heart without a feeling.
No mercy in the sight of rejection,
No moral in the heart it stake,
The pain remains, as of we stay here to live,
In the vibes of sorrows and tears.
Through the complications of life, love that is,
Our feelings are drenched into blood,
Where broken-hearts becomes frail and weak,
To the ladies and gents that would become freaks.
You worship the nights you were both together,
The temporarily bliss that was beholden,
And now dreams are here that is now shattered and broken
We shall roam the feeling no more.
A mighty pain to love it is,
Is a pain that pain to miss.
But of all pains, the greatest pain,
It is to love, but love in vain.
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Emotion : Broken-hearted, Pain of love.
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Very well done.
This shows your variety.
Your words flow as the stars greet the might -
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I like this very much. Rather pesimistic, yet very understandable. You have painted an interesting picture here. And painted it very nicely. Great writing.
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