You are defeated.

Pain is dreadful.

Some people die for love.

I see no point in conflict just for conflicts sake.

There is no need for any temper.

A poem where a person feels somewhere he falls short of the beauty inside as well as outside when compared to his lover.

I hate to see anyone crumble or fall apart.

It is horrible when your heart is in pieces.

Most periods of time are just a phase.

If only bitter didn’t come with the sweet.