Poetry.

Dialing your number again, as fingers tremble

Yet again, I slither down your dirty puddle

baby we built a glass house, so frail

sealed it with my soul which was pale..

untying every tangle, you knock’d us apart

 you leave me behind, but don’t leave my heart..

the dusky Saturday, when you changed our fate

how can I be yours, it’s just too late..

into the darkest void,  you threw me

I knew we were brittle, coiled in misery

My halo fades, it’s cold and blue

I tremble ‘cse I will always love you..

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