Don’t reach a point where you nolonger feel the Pain when your heart breaks.
And the smile on your face becomes nothing more than sheer display.
Don’t reach a point where all you can give is hurt,
Coz love has become so scarce that “it only visits on your birthday night.”
Don’t reach a point where you suddenly feel no remorse,
And all that used to matter nolonger matters.
Cause then and only then, will you know that something within has died
And you have become just another living dead.
~Jesse T Gambanga
SheWritesIt 