A lump in my throat
Still unable to decipher if I were to hold
Of the uncertain sentiments and crippled oaths
Should have ceased it the moment I was told
Was it love or was it lust?
Curious enough to doubt the person I trust
If this is going to be about the two of us
Why the hell it suddenly turned to dust?
I am the protagonist of my own story
Started with a kiss, one that fulfilled my fantasy
Ended up with a curtained tragedy
As I am the antagonist in the eyes of everybody
Can't smile, can't laugh, can't brag
I had your love but I was a drag
Can't sulk, can't cry, can't grieve
Damn, what more emotions I cannot perceive?
Know that my love is not pretense
But the circumstances are too intense
I cannot endure it any much longer
For my heart is seeking for a love that's stronger
Good bye my old fairytales
The world is about tell tales
Vile, relentless and unsparing
I no longer think it's worth living
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Midnight Phantasm
Short StoryA collection of short stories and poems inspired by true events and fantasies created in the mind of a hopeful romantic.
