By Fiza Pathan
This jilted love gives me strength, to stab my emotions with the aid of this pen.
Lost love is my destiny, and it’s the only quicksand that I can sink my adoration into.
This broken love will not leave me lover of mine.
As you light up your world, I’ll burn as your forgotten flame.
I cannot erase your footprints upon my heart, and I cannot forget your promises.
They will taunt me in my sleep every night, as I crush my feelings into my palms.
This is the passion of the insane one, and the torture of the moaning wind.
This acid will corrode my soul, and the ashes I will present to you in a box, along with a withered red rose.
This false deceiving love story shall never see an end-I’ll bring it to life in labour pains every moment, every day.
For if, I should ever forget what curses you have pierced into my sides, that will mean that I have been reincarnated into a new pang of loves amorous pains.
So cross the flames with caution for I am heated with devotion, to our crumbled building of ruined affection.
Copyright © 2014 by Fiza Pathan
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