Wednesday, January 4, 2017

The love should fade and the lover should die
In the verse or in the poets page
The miscreant should run and the culprit shall lie
In your vicinity or in your country sight

Please remember me; mistakenly words should grave in your mind
She is better off without, it is what I was told
And I embraced the empty road that resonated with her foot steps
The darkness did came, rising, raging with the loss of a friend

How close can you define the gravity of lust; but not loss?
We grieve and there is danger in what we hold on
Like misfits we grow or the victims of suicide.


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