On the hill,
on the mountain,
she kept her ego safe and sound,
her emotion starved of liberty,
her feelings imprisoned unjustly,
she never bothered to give her a fair hearing,
cos doing so, sounds stupid to her hearing,
her shoulders up high, like her six inches heels.
He tried and tried,
non of his efforts produced any significant result,
he brought out his heart for her to see,
He gave his best shots,
with a precision made from the pot of pure love,
surprisingly, he missed by a huge margin.
after several shots, he hung his boot.
Couldn't put up with the drama she cooked.
Having rained plenty of abuse on his face,
she now feels incomplete not seeing that same face,
unaware to her, he was the light that lightened up her path,
the melody that gave her heart the sweet atmosphere,
she had fell in love with.
This days, you can hear her eyes pleading to see him,
and see her hands begging to hug him.
©dos_k
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