The Broken Pain
Once,
I was inside my heart
In which I was indulged in the depths of myself
I was better then
Than now
I say now and then,
But like the sweetness of pain
I did not last long in the meniscus
I grew too hard and too fast
Some would say,
But I disagree
I am still edulged in the depths of myself
And I still feel the pain
Its just more bitter now
Yet so joyful, is the stimulus of the insertion of a needle,
"Weird"
You would say,
But Wait!
It is not SO weird as you think,
I am just you
You just Don't know it
Since You never listen to Yourself,
I say what You say,
And You say what I Don't;
Confused?
Never Mind.
Once,
I was inside my heart,
Now, I am inside yours,
I have learnt the way of life
Now life will learn the way of mine.
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