How long can a bubble live?
How deep can you reach it?
My love is like bubbles,
That pop up at intervals!
I dug a huge hole, to bury
A fruit deep beneath,
But it hid its seeds, which
Came out as a giant tree.
Love is its forbidden fruit,
I hold it half-way in my gullet.
Yet, I love it’s taste, like
An addictive to his drug.
Love and loss are my kins,
Who ruin my day and night!
Loneliness is their gift,
No one left to reach out!
I hate love for its gifts,
But often taste its fruits!
Let me die with it, but
Let its seeds die within!
1 comment:
Hello Justin sir Your new poem about love is nice. congrate. I think this type of poems will be coming out from youe heart till you will not eat any forbiden fruit. So it is prime time to eat that one. May I help you to select one. Thanks and have nice day.
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