HURT ME
Hurt me as I don't have a good sense of caring.
Hurt me as may be I have a great way of luring.
Hurt me as I have my heart in hard core cering.
Hurt me and dig me deep in the grubby miring.
you should be a poet
I expressed: Under warmth of your love I never needed any heavy blanket. Felt cozy even in low temperature belt. Never knew, I would be intoxicated with your presence more than my worth that I have felt . He replied: you should be a poet. I expressed: These are my feelings for you One day you will realise it was not for poetry but to express how I have dealt. The pain of your absence The touch of your body The fragrance I smelt. You should be a poet he said he yelled
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