Penned sometime ago ... shared today
"I'm done with loving
done with giving
without receiving
When it's gone
nothing else matters
Love is a game
it breaks...it shatters
a game of lies
of selfish desire
a path of roses
to a raging fire
I could learn
to play too
take you for a ride
I could lose it too
this thing called pride
My lesson I've learnt
my broken heart nursed
Yet I won't wish
upon you a life cursed
There in the depths
of all my misery
you've occupied
a part of me
Let me be... set me free...
No more pain
for your selfish gain
It isn't you, is it?
It's I holding on
It's I not letting go
Its my weakness
and i'm letting it show
I'm done with loving
done with giving
without receiving"
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