Pain is loving me
The worst hurt is the hurt of those
who chose to love you,
blessed flew in like doves to you.
You're amazed at such an awe,
but before your applause,
the dove dug deep with it's claws,
And the pain of he/she who adores
deplores,and the dove soars
with the wings of a boomerang,
and again resumes the pain.
The heart of the child is mild,
with confusion running wild,
with no hope left,
accepts the d More

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