It Is not your fault to be in love.
For love is not something to be cried for,
You can have your imperfections
You can also have therefore
All the fascinations that you have in your mind,
That dirty thoughts that please you,
That comfort that you find
Was meant to be, that’s nothing new.
You knew this was not supposed to be,
For how long would you take?
shiny little diamonds too have
gone through this.
but they are not fake.
That pain from which you are healing
Are making you even stronger.
That sunlight just came in
But nobody notices like you,
Are lights that buried in
Could be more ferocious, could be deeply
That blood in your eyes for
The people you have been crying for
Will suffocate in their breathing or
You will bury them deep down, in core.
You know He won’t let you
To win or to fight more
But only if he knew that
You are the purpose, you are hardcore.
For how long he will persecute you?
Won’t he mend his ways?
Well, too late to be kind
His realization is too late!