cursed
You put a spell on me
I love you to death
we should be together
until the next time
I wait and wonder
why I ever felt
the strong arms
around me leaving me
Now I feel cursed
by your love
so ugly and fake
what did you think
I ran away from you
and now I want to run
to you with my arms
stretched out to you
Don't waste your time
It's not for me to say
how this love will end
forsake me or I will
Be cursed forever
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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