Wound and the Poetry
Where's love?where's forever?
The promise we owe to live together?
Where's the faith,or is it the face
That you chose to blame that I mess.
You knew my weakness, you knew me all
You have drifted apart how can I call.
How could you leave,too close yet far
Dropping me halfway with nothing but scar.
The journey was rough but somehow we wheeled
Tower of love and trust we built
Rising and falling and cheering the rise
'Love' our philosophy, were we fool or wise?
Dwelling in the possibility of tomorrow
Promising to wipe each other sorrow.
I said I was happy, I was in fact
Until you decided to stab me from the back.
How indispensable pain your words hit me
When you promised evrything but flew free.
How soon our forever came to the end
Leaving me alone,with coldness I can't withstand.
Oh! What a curse a love can give
A devil in the secret garden can live.
Now I can only see you in my story
Although I never wanted to feel you through a poetry.
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