What do I call her, life or death?,
The pain of birth comes once,
And the pain of death also comes once,
But her pain is a routine I bear each day.
My incomplete love never dies,
It keeps me alive like a punishment
Every day I lose and still live,
Slowly erasing from within.
I breathe, I laugh, and I go to work,
I stand among people and smile.
But inside, a part of her is still burning,
And my soul feels like it is on fire.
I live in the shadow of someone,
Who is no longer with me.
Death destroys me from the outside,
Her unfinished love destroys from within.
She was someone I never had before
Her heart was a quiet and peaceful place
Where I wished to rest and for comfort
Not only love but a safe haven
When I was close to her,
I believed she could be mine.
But I let her go, not because love was absent,
It was the purest proof of its presence.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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