I tasted love,breathed dishonesty.
That was on me.
I dreamt the impeccable scenes.Lived the worse endings.
That was on me.
There were many scars on head and hands
But guess what?
That was on me.
There was miasma always on me.
But he too had things on him.
That was to leave the soul drying and dead.
That was to not really love,but to say'I lost her.'
To stop the time,then make me beg for it.
Much puny,so funny.I morphed with time.
But never mind,because,
That was on me.
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That was on me!!!!!
PoetryA terse poem with lot of scenes,just not love but more than that. Please do read and give votes if u like it
