A broken melancholy.....

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Her words were lyrics, her heartbeat a song.
The moment I hear it, she can't do me wrong.

She was nothing but extremes, her passions fierce 

A look in her eyes, and through your soul, she could pierce 

She had a depth, clear as ice and foggy as snow
An illusion or a reality that was all I cared to know

She could laugh playfully, weeping deep down

She was all tangled up, in the streaks of golden brown

In her daily chit-chats, I found her Ideas and dreams
For all I wished, to stay by her side, by all means

But alas, that could never happen, for we were polar
The endless paradox made it beautiful, and now it’s killing us softly

It's a threat, not love anymore.
Letting go is true love; if she ever gave it a thought before!

Clutching onto something increases the affection;
Alas! It decreases the valuation.

Broken hearts and a story,
Only raises the fury.

Think of the boy;
Who might have left everything behind, in search of joy!

If the relationship was so crucial;
It would never be so superficial.

Threatening over love is a crime;
She might be the most powerful,
But did she consider the Time?

The promises won’t hold, the regrets would kill
She became my heart’s poison, and I the chaos of her thoughts
As the efforts waned, so did their will



(To be continued…)