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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