In Love

 

I think it will end today,

It did, but started again.

Lying amidst the rotten romance

is nothing but inglorious pain.

 

I think tenacity was the key,

Targeted, but on a broken lock.

In the rusty air of deception,

lies the soul of eccentric shock.

 

I think she was the glorious life,

She was, but for an alien beau.

crushed into distorted wounds,

a life sits still, amid no clue.

 

I think I was in lucid love,

I was, but with a putrid heart

crying aloud in tender insomnia,

are dreams of future torn apart.

                                                                 –Rohit

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