Dieing Poems

Undying love hurts

by Sivaranjini Senthilvel

Love is blind and our heart is an idiot. It does what it wants, and when love enters, it is even ready to stab itself everyday, by giving love to people who don't even need us,.The hardest part is, even when it's aware of all this, it doesn't stop ca

• Oct, 16 2017
• Elegy