It started slowly but then came all of a sudden,
Our love, that is, and then it's end got me bedridden,
I was better when before he said he loved me,
I had this hope that we were soon to be,
Now I just know all of it was a painful glee, An epitome,
I know for sure that I would never have the love, so I hid in my dome.
Sometimes it's better to have an unfulfilled longing than a complete disappointment.
~Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
