Trade of Hurt
My heart hurts yes it does!
But I refuse to trade the hurt
that reach me from my love.
It's to me, what a drop of honey is to a bee.
My life's work, no joy is plenty enough
to match the sweet sweet agony of my hurt
That reach me from my love.
I drink from my hurt till I'm hollow,
Till I become the hurt and become no more.
I Sleep with no hope for the morrow
And wake up to a dream full of sorrow.
So rich and deep is my hurt
that reaches me from my love.
I've cradled it, nurtured it
It's my breath that my hurt breathes.
I've traded my life for it
but I refuse to trade my hurt,
For my hurt is how I perceive love.
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©su_tshant
Copyright © Sushant Basnet | Year Posted 2022
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