Thursday, April 14, 2011

A fatal deception




















Holding her forlorn hope high
and keeping it flickering
against the storms of your falsity,
she waits hoping that one day you would turn up.
But, you never did, you never will!
Her distress dashes against the walls of her heart,
forcing the saline water out of her eyes.
She cries in the dark,
wears a plastic smile in the light.
She isn't the one who she used to be.
She is Melancholy...pure melancholy.
She believes fate would make you
cross her ways again.
Alas! She is too gullible to believe her devious destiny,
that envies her happiness.
Her heart beats your name,
your deceptive love flows in her veins,
like a tumor , a fatal tumor.
She dies everyday and your false hope resurrects her everyday.
She was , she is and she will always be there with her arms wide open,
yearning to embrace you in her circle of embrace forever.

2 comments:

  1. Beautifully written!
    'She isn't the one who she used to be.
    She is Melancholy...pure melancholy.'
    Loved these lines.

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