My love, why do you still weep?
When all your battle scars have dried up.
How is hatred the only thing you reap?
When you have been sitting so silent
My love, how do you always live on edge?
When I gave you nothing but space.
Love, Why do you stand at the ledge?
Would jumping off be the perfect case?
My love, how are you the one who is breathless,
When I am the one who only breathes what you exhale.
My love, how can you be so worthless?
When you are all what I inhale.
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Author:
definitelymayank (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2025 11:39
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Holding on to anger cankers the soul. Letting go frees and heals it. Breathing in a good metaphor for holding on and breathing out for letting go. Breathing in love holds onto it as well. Very nice.
A sense of anger that is slowly getting the better of them as they hold on to love that has gone, nicely written and expressed
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