Tiaras [Poetries]

Quince

One word, it will make me cry,
One sentence is making me die,
One moment, I will suffer, end life,
One kiss but it is full of unending lies.

Two consequences, will receive,
Two feelings I will always feel,
Two months of sadness I'm feeling,
Two years being numb, without feelings.

Three body parts cries and suffers,
Three types of pain I cannot share,
Three billion people, but no one cares,
Three decades, I will now surrender.

—ysaqueens