Lost Heaven
I'm feeling a downpour in my heart,
Lonely thoughts haunting my soul;
As a bone plucked out, I sense -
A break in my heart is hidden under smiles.
A place I hated as hell is a real heaven;
I am stepping out the bed of roses,
Lost my heart to rude thorns;
Rude truth came out of the lost time.
Choice of leaving heaven -
Bitterness of choice is thrills of ache;
Looking back shows the vivid days
When I hated the real love of my life.
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2021
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