I've been your enemy
Your counterfeit
Your deepest sorrow,a bastard
I've been the cruel fern
Your garden weed
Your heart's wound,plastered
But somewhere you know
You remember,i was a parasite
my grief was your appetite
You'd look reasons to fight
And the Monotonous life,blank white
I have dedicated enough verses
Received immense curses
but i choose to write yet again
because still i miss that rain
You,me and a windcheater
cold february, you went to meet her
Yes,your bestfriend,the girl in birm
she lied,she at house,she was at firm
we waited for her,in the chill
The weather paranormal
two of us, wrapped on a bench
clothes dusky and formal
and i am writing this verse
from heaven,to make you realise
That i could have been saved
If i were straight and wise
To be selfish and put the coat itself
For you may have fell cold
but the time couldn't save me,yet
I wish I were bold
This tale pneumatic
is oneliner and epified
She,you and me in order
Lied,cried and died
~vaibhv
