She buried my love in her hate,
but it rose again to life.
What was supposed to die, has died,
what remains is true and real.
The arms around her shoulder may change,
the spaces for people in her life may shift,
But my promises will stay,
until my time ends here.
I wanted her to be my mirror,
the fire burning in my heart.
Even when she is far away,
My dreams refuse to keep us apart.
Heartbreaks has no cure,
even if the cracks are sealed
by the same hands that broke it,
the scars will be visible forever.
from being my world she became a stranger,
she remains as a memory I cannot touch.
even in darkest shadows,
her memory gives me light.
She will never know the pain
of being in love with someone,
one can never be with,
It's like burning alive in hell.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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