Poetry

Cursed Love

If love wasn't just a chemical fuss,  
I would not have been drowned in love.
Love is crazy,a reason why I
lost my heart in your streets.
Love is not so easy,
For loving someone your heart
will be a treat
To the person who's own heart
is cursed. 
In love you will break in
pieces, 
And no when will come to pick
them up.
You will be left in pains and
wounded 
Still,No one will give a damn 
After effects of the cursed
love. 
You, yourself have to collect 
The pieces of your injured
heart one by one,
And after assembling them in a
brand new.
Again will have to train it to pump,
For the one, Who is no longer
waiting for you,To hold up.

@Maya

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