Pain

Thu, 03/19/2020 - 14:52 -- RB15

The hand which has touched my heart
Should have been my healer
Gone are the days, years, minutes and seconds
When your name was synonymous with mine
The whole universe seems thirsty
His thoughts stole my heart

Love is not easy
It is a river of fire
And you must drown to cross.

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