My Suicidal Love

MONDAY

It's 1:10 am. It's Pouring. Incessantly.

But It Still Cant Match My Heart.



TUESDAY


I'm Lying on the Floor. Sloshed.

But Your Spell Is More Intoxicating.



WEDNESDAY


Blood Is Gushing Out of My Veins. Persistently.

But It's Harder To Die, Listening to The lies.



THURSDAY

I'm Smoking Up Till 5 In the Morning. Puffing.

But Unlike the smoke , The pain refuses to Vanish.



FRIDAY


The Empty Room Is Screeching At Me. Tranquility.

But It's our Vow Of Silence Which Pinches Me More.



SATURDAY


I'm Painting The Town Red. Pretending.

But Masquerading As a Familiar Stranger Is Difficult.



SUNDAY


Breathing. Dreaming. Deceiving. Everything Else.
But NOT you , 'coz Today My Thoughts For You Have Taken a Holiday too.