From what I've tasted of love
The tapestries swing on his memories that haunt
Leaving the present person wondering
Where did I impart happiness wrong?
For my heart is inked with duty
And colors to keep you healthy
But when you're caught up in her storm
The girl who hardly offered
I cannot tell how bad I'm hurt
For this is an audio disease
Exploding tears from my heart.
Last night you made it clear
My heart you very well did tear
That love is a hole that's open forever
When I believed it is only I who is your dear
But you have another in mind
And now I believe
Love is a beautiful liar.
—urmi
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Window Acoustic
شِعر'Window Acoustic' is a treble and bass of my thoughts. In this collection, one may find poetry born out of light and dark seeking to avoid reality or facing its vice.
