Not A Mistake
You broke my heart,
And everyone tells me,
Loving you was a mistake,
But my heart just isn't ready,
To believe this.
How can I,
When loving you,
Was never painful,
And made me the happiest;
Actually loving you never hurted,
But trusting you blindly did,
And that was my sin,
Which snatched love from me.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
