Love Cries, Love Dies

This is my bleeding heart. My hurt into words. How I felt at the time of solitude, heartbreak, confusion and happiness. When it seems to be in your grasp, on your fingertips, it all just fades away, vanishes. All the emotions run deep in my soul and in my poems. Time and time again, I lose, I fight and try to understand it all, with no optimism in the end of it all.