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Withering heart

I love you with this withering heart
My heart filled with filth
Wants your pure love
So that
It again becomes pure
But I know, this ain’t easy
I know, it is tainted in the midst
I know, there is nothing to be called heart
But still
I love you with this withering heart
My intention wrapped with filthy honesty
There are no disappointments
There are secrets in graves of this heart
There is pain shoved in shrouds
There is blood in the tainted heart
No ordinary, nor extraordinary
Blood painted on torn down walls
Blood still managing to keep me alive
I’m, but not from inside
I breathe, I walk, I talk with no life
I love you with this withering heart

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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