He looks so perfect,
The mask that he
adopted.
Never would any hear
his heart break,
Never would any
sense his dying passion,
Never would any feel
his cold shattered heart.
Since he took so
much pain, so much lies,
Now his body so much
immune.
He watched her walk by,
without a sigh.
Wordless and
worthless he.
Yet never did he curse
god,
For he felt fate
taking its toll.
I was there being
his shadow,
My weary eyes cried
out loud to god,
Why him and never Me.????
Since I noticed she
took sadistic pleasure,
Pleasure in taunting
his heart.
She is unethical,
Boldly she takes another’s
name to kill him.
But life as it is,
she is never to be blamed.
Unknown heart, so
she denies.
Now I no more get to
meet him.
He left my body with
memories,
The last I heard of
him was when the wind whispered,
“He walks in the
street every day,
Under the illusion
of meeting her in the street,
Where he first saw
her.”
Tears meet the
soil,wishing to revive the old soul.
Yet the dark side is
never to alter,
With heart full of
regrets,
I bury him, I bury what's
inside me.
