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"People calls it madness,
Poets call it extreme love,
But I don't know its true definition,
Because it hurts as well as give me peace;
To be yours!
I like to be called as yours,
I love to call you mine,
But you can't see what I can see,
You only know me so; to judge,
But when I see in the mirror,
Deep into my eyes, into my soul,
I see that it's not worth it,
I am not worth it, not this love,
Not your love!
Truth hurts, love hurts,
Hurts your hurt, burns your soul,
When it comes to you; I'm ready to die,
When it comes to you; I'm ready to give you all,
But when it comes to me; I don't deserve you,
Because this soul is so dark, so polluted,
With the betrayals, with hate and with doubts,
It's fragrance, it's innocence is long gone,
I want someone to love me so much,
I want someone to possess over the one who I really am!
Then that burn will stop destroying me,
That heartache will get its cure with it,
I want someone who loves my imperfections,
Who see through my pain, my madness,
My sorrow, my joy;
Who protects me from the cruelty of this world,
Embracing me in his strong arms,
And I sleep peacefully,
listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat,
Lying on his chest, close to his heart!"
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Stay Blessed!
Bano_Kanwal