Pain Don’t Last Forever

The thing about pain;
Is it won’t last forever;
And it kills you right now;
But with time it gets better;
The thing about scars;
Is they all start to fade;
Until nothing is left;
Of the cuts that were made;
They things about today;
Is there always tomorrow;
And if you can’t find your smile;
I have one you can borrow;
The thing about helps;
Is beside you it stands;
But it won’t know it’s needed;
Unless You reach out your hand;
The things about love;
Are you cant feel its touch;
Until you let someone know;
That this world is too much;

e.h

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  • Sangavi
  • Being In Love is Being in the second life of the fantasy; I keep myself drunk in poems where I live a life of all the poets;
    Emily Dickinson, ‘Much Madness Is Divinest Sense.’
    Anonymous, ‘Fowls in the Frith.’ This poem, which is around 800 years old, is ambiguous
    Oliver Goldsmith, ‘An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog.’

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