poem

it's one of those days when my imagination runs wild... when the night is still young and when my creative juices flow. it's not the best because it's spontaneous. don't worry guys, nothing to worry or panic... it's just "fiction" ^_^
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The north wind is blowing,
And I shiver uncontrollably,
Was I shivering because it was cold?
Or was I shivering because I’m lonely?

Why is this happening to me?
Why is it that I’m hurting him?
Why is it that my tears are falling?
Why is it that I have to feel pain?

He is suffering I know that,
Yet I could not ease his suffering,
What good am I if I can’t do that?
What good am I if I can’t comfort him?

What is this pain in my heart?
Is it what I think it is?
Is this what you call love?
Is hurting loving?

Maybe what they said was right,
Love is one pleasure and a thousand suffering,
How long have we got to suffer?
How long before we can be happy?

Somebody tell me what to do,
Somebody tell me please,
I am on my knees and crying,
Thinking of what is to be.