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Resentment
He's gone
Away
Do his lips
hold brighter smiles;
did she bring sunlight
to his clouded moments?
Burrowed inside
shadows of days
& moonlit nights
Even if I tried
to call him "mine"
Never was...
Mine
Scent of dirty hair
more fragrant than roses
Watching those eyes
closed
dreams, in burdened pain
Lashes
so long and delicate
Every miracle of that face
tantalizing
I look over again
losing self once more
when he sleeps
so blinding...
Were my eyes bewitched?
awestruck
of his preciousness?
A curse upon me
when he entered my life
& soul
In my heart
He sat so proud
placed on royal seat
took control
Now it rots
the very existence of me
In his arms, it was so warm..
Affection
Security in comfort
How it spread
Like a disease...
Weakening
He's gone to her arms
He loves her...
So lovely
His attention
never mine in the beginning
towards me was nothing but lust
I see...
it's overflowing
Gleaming and illuminating
For her
I see...
How my eyes
deceive me
Oh, her heart must be bejeweled!
Lavishly, luxuriously!
By his love...it's gleaming
illumination at its worst
Those affection
disgust me
My love, won't he die?
commit suicide..
perhaps, fall to death?
I do not wish to see him alive
Away
Do his lips
hold brighter smiles;
did she bring sunlight
to his clouded moments?
Burrowed inside
shadows of days
& moonlit nights
Even if I tried
to call him "mine"
Never was...
Mine
Scent of dirty hair
more fragrant than roses
Watching those eyes
closed
dreams, in burdened pain
Lashes
so long and delicate
Every miracle of that face
tantalizing
I look over again
losing self once more
when he sleeps
so blinding...
Were my eyes bewitched?
awestruck
of his preciousness?
A curse upon me
when he entered my life
& soul
In my heart
He sat so proud
placed on royal seat
took control
Now it rots
the very existence of me
In his arms, it was so warm..
Affection
Security in comfort
How it spread
Like a disease...
Weakening
He's gone to her arms
He loves her...
So lovely
His attention
never mine in the beginning
towards me was nothing but lust
I see...
it's overflowing
Gleaming and illuminating
For her
I see...
How my eyes
deceive me
Oh, her heart must be bejeweled!
Lavishly, luxuriously!
By his love...it's gleaming
illumination at its worst
Those affection
disgust me
My love, won't he die?
commit suicide..
perhaps, fall to death?
I do not wish to see him alive
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