In the middle of the night
Yet again i sit and write
To pour my heart out
Beneath my phone's bright light
I bled for eternity
It's still not enough for a masterpiece
Does it matter how i feel?
How much i feel?
I drain every bit of emotion
To blacken a single page of poetry
It was easy initially
My fascination lasted longer this time
But as time went on my reserve dried
I need to hurt more if
I want to
Continue to write
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Love, Pain & Me
Poetry𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏 & 𝑴𝒆 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆 Highest ranking:- #1 in poetry collection #1 in poetry #1 in Rookie #1 poem collection #1 poem book #1 sad poem #1 poem
