Take Care

When you hurt

There is a malevolent force

 One feeling you can feel

Which is all great remorse.

 

It was only once

Wait it became twice

The feeling was so good

It became thrice.

 

It was an empty feeling

You are out of control

For once it really did not make sense

You can't feel your soul.

 

And when it is over

It is a feeling that you share

Because he begins to tell you 

"Take care."

 

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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