Thursday, 1 May 2014

Stale air saturated with bleak memories,
Those which felt so sweet once,
Nothing so acrid I've come across,
Your merciless heart, my love shunned,
Nonchalance of your tone in the final hours,
I misread it for a happy end,
Fobbed in something you claimed as love,
Each word you uttered leaves me in delirium...

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