They Hate, Love
I am tired of this world,
this place,
people,
the way they laugh at love
their eyes are sweating blood
their hands are like some knife,
ready to cut down,
the warmth between two,
the care,
the love,
two hands together
and souls,
that merged into one,.
Copyright © Noorulain Ayesha | Year Posted 2018
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