My poems are only to soothe meSince this world treats me cruelly
This twisting, burning, breaking
Remind me nothing is heavenly
Words said by you to me
Has nothing to the hurt you incur
For the wound is dried though deep
The pain cant be severe further
I often wonder why it happens
Neither will you intend to defend
I have to continue suffer through this
Nothing in life will take its bend
The wound you create is hard to heal
Even if i try, it continues to bleed
But if this would bring joy to you
Like this thousand I'll pay no heed
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