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Bitter taste of love forced down my throat
It hurts like thorns; hurts like never before
For it didn’t only pass my lungs
Blocking, suffocating, and more
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Poisoned the veins and now hatred flows;
In naivety, I believed; the most prized possession,
Being mine was solely a possibility;
Then why does it feel more like eternal misery?
Now that it’s finally mine; feels as though burning hell
I thought it would be just like paradise; gravely wrong;
For affection isn’t ice to heal the burn nor it outshines immortal sun
Love is that gold tolerating thousand degrees of ignition; gently;
Gracefully, it waits as time goes by;
Comes out gleaming bedecked by immense faith and wisdom
That no combats could ever erase;
So let the blaze gulp you inside out
And if we burn, let’s burn in love.