Through that lens,
Of pain, of ego
You were wrong!
Upsetting my thought
Love scared away
Prescription before diagnosis
Redefined distance between
Life and death.
Hatred, suspicion and envy
her regular guests
Dined together
Lounged together
Slept together…

Suit my thought, perfect bimbo
Like the rose
She had thorns
Fierce! Sharp! Clawed!
I chose to see the rose
Sweet scent
Glowing colours
For a while, for ever…
But soon,
I forgot the thorns
They said,
It would refine my heart,
into some gem,
I left it with uneven sores.

That ache imflamate…
But love, taking us through.
Then she made me remember,
Those dust on my feet like we nevrr walked together…
Nostalgia.

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