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.

This poem was first published in poetry blog, www.fictionandpoetry.us