Did It To Myself

Did It To Myself short poem

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I don’t know
why I did it to myself that I saw you as my life
I loved you so much – wanting you as my wife.
But I ended up no-where only hurting myself
Hurting myself here with this stainless knife.

I thought you as my life I just gave it to you all.
I was ready to pick you up – whenever you did fall.

I wished my day started with you only around.
But that thing is now killing me – you are nowhere to be found.

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What can I say about myself here? You'll get to know about me,my rhymes and my life once we get in touch. But one thing I can tell you,(they say) : all of these are very much interesting and I am really a nice person to be friends with. Now,I cant say much about what they say,but I believe we all are (somewhat) nice persons.I am just Living #YOUNG and #WILD and #FREE !!
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@jeet_chhetri, the feeling is intense, and boldly expressed. The rhyme made it somewhat musical, but sad at the end as usually despair or loss would always bring. Worthy of a nice reading.

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good one. Keep writing.

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