Enclosed in my teardrop addiction…
It continues to stretch to the far end where the focal meets…
My eyelashes flap and everything returns back to somewhere else…
Suddenly everything is blurred out by the transparent morbid tears…
I adjust my hand but to clear away the just flowed stream…
But I hand over my sobs to make breathing a more of a whiff…
But now I am accepting the consequences of that discarded reality….
Do you still expect me to flow you a river of love…
When the pond had been long dried with your evaporated feeling…
It’s just the surface that glared high into the mirror…
Hold tight the word that you never gave a moment’s thought…
Coz baby, you will be lonely without a word to the heard again…
You decided to throw away the sentences that were long spoken…
Did you even manage to pool aside your spits that flew in your face…?
Trust me to my words when I say…
You will be deserted with the words that you uttered…
My spoken words were hollow to your ego laden dialogues…
But take it to my words you will start to measure the depth of that hollowness now…
Think about the time that you shut open to disgrace my fidelity….
You will cry for that time as I cried at that time…
I gracefully floated you on the waves of my tears when you lost your oar…
Now when you have shun the waves that carried you…
You are drowned along with torrents of spite and remorse…
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