Eating Rotting Love
A love bonded with cords of sacrifice ,
but ones heart not suffice.
Bondage maid to last,but crashed.
Kicking buckets of pain from my past into a ocean, now swollen, a pain filled mass.
So dark,but many of pains i seen.Pains that'll make you hold your sides and lean
Now seeing a new trickling light,served by hope,serving me fire proof mittens to cope .
With hot pots of love and its surprises,for painful love comes in many disguises.
Love showing you beauty or gouging out your eyes.
Devoured and left to be showered, by glass rain drops, holding a ugly image inside.
A man who thinks he stands on the sunny side of love,asked:
What wreaks?
What burns my eyes?
I am vomiting?
I replied,ooops you have all the symptoms,
have you been eating rotting love lately?
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