you won't ever know
whom I wrote those pieces for
in pieces,and leases
for the one who broke my heart
all those fucking metaphors
every fucking time
all them two liners,
all those flattering rhymes
all for you,
you! being the God's own lamb,
the favourite saint
hence this heart shall faint
over your booze,like everyday
and then cry yet again,
like it's the rain
what stops this heart of vengeance
I am afraid to distance
just because you still live
inside the deep corals
to separate and be left apart
of my metamorphic heart
~vaibhv
