You were a
Wrecking ball ,
Wrecking me sweetly
When you came.
Knowing fully well ,
You were a wreckage
I was ready to have you.
Sweet was the experience
At first.
But then ,
It started choking me
To death.
I don't know what
Winded the air wrongly
The Sweet breeze
Turned a tormenting cyclone.
I was in whirlpool.
Your hand
That once clutched on me tightly
Slipped away
And the cyclone drove me away
From you
From us
From our memories.
Everything shredded to
Fine dust.
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