that still shows images in every piece.
Every broken piece of my heart,
still has her reflection on each.
Each piece now acts as whole,
And I have thousands of hearts.
Yet every one still beats for her,
Longs for her, waits for her.
If people can name their love,
Mine would surely be her name.
If people can name their dreams,
My mind would be perfect with hers.
After I am gone from here,
I will still remain in her memories.
Long after, she will think of me,
She will feel sorry and it will be worth it.
I became a villain for choosing her,
the one who would never leave her side.
I become a monster for loving her,
the one who would have never let anyone harm.
My love is true, honest, and unique,
For her absence suffocates my soul.
The universe decided to end her story,
Never allowing us to meet again.
Villain
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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