Our ways go separate
They cross like vines.
Been craving for something
Which couldn’t be mine.
The story ends, days and months old
Cannot revive, the life you stole.
Love the pain, torments my soul
My big heart with a bigger hole.
Love from the will of iron I forged
Reimbursed by suffering, sadness overdosed
Question to self, what could be worse
As she walked by with no remorse
Fruitless endeavors, criminal of hers
Oh lord! You’ve blessed me with a curse.
Image credits – MabelAmber