Bleeding Nails
Poetry
I am writing our tale
With the bleeding nails
Rubbing the floor with love
Washing it with my tears
I still see your betrayal
I see its stains
I am writing our tale
With the bleeding nails
They say true love never dies
How come ours is dead
Maybe because it was one-sided
You pretended you did
I loved you every second
Clearly, my efforts are in vain
I am writing our tale
With the bleeding nails
Thought of you as the cool breeze
I danced like a flame
You always made me play
The waiting game
I have realized it now
There is no one to blame
The world seems upside down
Am I going insane
I am writing our tale
With the bleeding nails
These trees are screaming
As I am writing the last part
I love happy endings
Not the weeping hearts
I hope this act of repentance
will somehow ease my pain
I am writing our tale
With the bleeding nails
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