Mniko The Poet
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- Aug 4, 2017
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Love Poem: Soon I will die.
If you hold on with hurting,
despite of my bleeding,
and deep crying,
soon I will die.
If you go on with rudeness,
pressing my heart like a button,
shooting me like a ball,
soon I will die.
If you think you are right,
to behave like a cat,
treating me like a rat,
soon I will die.
My heart is not a playing ground,
within, life is found,
if you can't be kind,
soon I will die.
You created a love disease,
pains in me increase,
which no doctor can diagonise,
soon I will die.
Source: www.fictionandpoetry.us
If you hold on with hurting,
despite of my bleeding,
and deep crying,
soon I will die.
If you go on with rudeness,
pressing my heart like a button,
shooting me like a ball,
soon I will die.
If you think you are right,
to behave like a cat,
treating me like a rat,
soon I will die.
My heart is not a playing ground,
within, life is found,
if you can't be kind,
soon I will die.
You created a love disease,
pains in me increase,
which no doctor can diagonise,
soon I will die.
Source: www.fictionandpoetry.us