Your lips glared with betrayal,
with breath as fumes to the fire,
your words became fragments to my prisonful heart,
and disdainful soul,
tainted me black with those daring eyes,
giving lawful lies and blissful hatred.
Accepting you felt like a mistake,
somewhere far I wish our existence were vain,
but you were nothing but mistful fragrance,
intoxicating, your little scent.
Like cunning vixens,
bringing hurricane dialogues,
wolfing smiles,
peacock stares,
and swan’s grace
. Your hair was raven,
black as your lie,
honest like your tears.
Now the truth is nothing
but a bolden leaf banned in existence,
soon to be dust like debris.
Your siren voice was melodious,
even I flew from all corners
to get to know your dear self.
Now indeed regret filled my heart,
again, wishing to never see a soul of your kind,
in another mankind.