When we hurt
We bleed
We bleed on the people who didn't cut us.
The anger, resentment or hate
Irritation, dislike or sadness
All over feeling
We burst to another.
It's inevitable.
Bound to happen
The hurt we get
We give to others.
It's so darn true;
We don't appreciate what we have
Until we lose it.
Loosing is what makes us know it's value
Just like that the hurt or cry
The pain and suffering
Makes us appreciate the happiness
I am sorry if it's too late
Too late to recover
Too late to repair
Too late to take back
Too late to bring back.
All we can do is try and learn
Not repeat the mistakes all over again.
Cause we will keep falling down
On the potholes
Until we learn from our mistakes
Think before we act
Calm before speak
As we get the love we give
Cause karma is a bitch.
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Before I say Goodbye
PoetryTheme: poems of life ❤️💔❤️🩹This book is about feelings which you cant say, cant scream cant give up cant escape...❤️💔❤️🩹 Why does it always takes for us to lose something to truly discover its value/ importance in your life? Some are love let...
