The reasons why i stopped believing in love

but then you appeared with that beautiful face,
your face heart that you use to shine my crying in the meaning they give to the word.
Once I told you that they wounded me tore
tired of give my life for love. death,I was broken,
they humiliated me, killed me,judged me,buried me
,you understood the reasons why i stop believing in the word love.
you understood why I felt like a lost soul,
without somewhere in a space.

I got tired of love many times
that I get used to pain but whenever they mentioned me the word I ran to the end and closed every wound
with tears,as a start with my blood
tired of give my life for love

(Will continue...)


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