Is this my last droplet?

Withdrawn happiness, Poison heart
With an unforgettable scar
Disturbed, far from being freed
Indeed, like an incurable disease
Yet, my drained soul still strong
Waiting for a day that’ll never come
Is it wise to believe in love once more?
No! It should be my last droplet
For I have no more to spare
I’d be foolish to say love is not genuine
Moreover, it is as powerful as pain itself
They share the same tint
And have me leap in the dark
Till I get thrown in the creek
In a blank of an eye
Everything went down the pit
Now in misery, I’m sinking
Is it going to be my last droplet?

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1. Gabrielle Martinez says:

   I REALLY LIKE THIS POEM, ITS DIFFERENT