Cruel

It kinda hurts here,
right inside the heart,
I wish you were near,
to make it as an art.

I’m not jealous of you,
It is called walking away,
where I can’t stop looking for you,
while waiting for the love to fade away.

I’m still waiting,
while it’s raining,
oh why am I hurting,
while you are laughing.

Love is cruel to the kind one. Always.

—	Sofeasaidin