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My Death…

The night passed by staring into the flame,
Was it my immense love or patience to blame?
My soul was sore and my heart was torn apart,
Everything shattered with vicious love’s attack.
The dark circles under my eyes are infused so deep,
A memory of my love and all those nights I would weep.
It was my dream and will be my dream to keep.
Although nothing is left there now to reap.
Now insane I lie, nothing can I forget,
It is still so fresh in my mind, the first day we met.
Defeated in love will it end in my death,
The wound on my soul will then finally quench…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag