Bitter Love

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At that pleasant night of moonshine,

They met each other for the first time.

She looked at him with curious eyes &

He looked at her with wonder-struck eyes.

Her silent heart began to sing love songs &

She knew that he was her prince charming.

His dead soul stood up with fresh spirit &

He admitted that she was his dream girl.

She whispered in his ears that he was her life &

He promised her that he would never leave her.

They built their lovedom with their never-ending dreams...

Faith & honesty were the forts.

Tonight is also a pleasant one with moonshine

Well...not to them anymore.

She wants to forget that pleasant night &

He...has already forgotten.

She still has her heart but it is not singing &

She blames her heart for deceiving her.

He still has his soul but it has no spirit &

He scolds his soul for fooling him.

Huh! There is no whispering &

Her voice has been buried under tears.

The promise has been broken &

He is regretting for his words.

The fort of faith has been collapsed by doubt &

The fort of honesty has been crushed by lies.

She has been hurt by the thunderbolt of fate &

He has been torn apart by the thorn of pain.

There is nothing left between them now

But...only the killing sigh.

Yes,only the merciless killing sigh.    

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