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The Last Time

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By hunny sharmaPublished 4 years ago 1 min read

The last time we met

Again, for the last time

Which eventually turned out

To be the last time this time.

I remember your slap

That you smashed on my left cheek

For your lies and dishonesty, I uncovered

Those wounds won’t ever heal

For the colors I saw

That you won’t ever reveal

And I could never see

Cause I blind

In your love… isn’t it?

I remember you fighting for your life

To save yourself from

exposing your true side

The evil mind, evil heart,

evil smile and the evil eyes…

You knew I wasn’t well but

It made no difference

You kept proving yourself good

Like searching for light

In a dark deep dense.

I was dead mentally

But you didn’t stop

Your lies seemed to

Have no full stop.

You know what was dreadful

About that day?

Apart from my whole world shaked

Well, it wasn’t your body

But your soul that I saw naked.

Yes, I’m not over it yet

And this pain is enormous

Like a large hole in my intestine

I wish I could drink a hundred wines

To digest the fact that once…

Once, you were mine

My valentine :)

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heartbreak

About the Creator

hunny sharma

i write well :)

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