we just keep getting hurt.
but we never get tired of love.
we just keep enduring the pain,
even when this means our
wounds will fester.
we just keep doing things
that we knew would
lead us breaking
and falling apart.
but then,
we try to rise
like we never fell.
we try to love
like it never hurts.
we try to heal
like the pain will ever
subside. because deep
inside, we knew it
never will.
YOU ARE READING
beautiful lies
Poetryshattered pieces of your heart is where beautiful lies, lie within. 01/01/19 ©artoxicated
