Those eyes which made me drown in them,
Those hands that avowed to hold mine perpetually,
Presumably they were just honey coated lies..
That gifted me-
Lachrymose eyes,
A splintered heart doused with poignancy.
A bare dessicated heart
In the dearth of drops of his red love..
And in the black moonless nights,
Crickets's song hassling the eerie silence,
Dismal memories cloud my mind.
Of the purloined rhapsody,
The stolen promises,
The burnt dreams...
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