I can still remember the red t-shirt you wore the second week of February,
Your perfume linger in my tongue and it haunts me every night.
I lived couple of days with you hearing all your lies,
Your dramas, your cries, your dreams.
I'm with you as you dance in the rain,
I'm with you when you drunk and party all night,
I'm always on time when you need me,
I came the moment you said come,
But don't blame me when it's your mistake after all,
You take shot at me like it's my fault,
It was all the truth when I told you all my feelings that night of Valentine's Day,
How could you lie to me that you love me?
You think, I'm too young not to understand you?
I guess, you're just craving for affection, time and efforts,
So you came to me and locked me to your thunderstorms,
And you make sure that I will miss you,
It's raining in my room and you gave me the sun,
You warm my heart but it's ephemeral,
So it rains again because you came back to your ex, remember?
I can't believe you just used me to forget her for the mean time.
I'm caught between forgiving you or just forget everything about us.
But forgetting you makes me indeed pathetic.
It makes me even more crazier.
Maybe, I should just love you in secret.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.