He swore he would love me till the end,
And I guess I fell for those words I only heard in dreams,
They say love was red and we were painted red,
Everyone saw it coming but none expected a change.
Who would have thought if love could be,
Anything but a misunderstanding in his heart,
A compensation maybe for all the years waited,
A few days of words I hoped to get fulfilled in a lifetime.
My life is full of temporary happiness and permanent sorrow.
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...
