Save Me

Pain is love to her

As love is pain.

She rather die of pain

Then to die of love.

Pain is happiness to her

As love is sorrow.

The blade brings a smile to her face

As love brings sorrow.

She rather bleed from wounds

Then to bleed from love.

Love was once her.

Now, Pain is her.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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