I always believed,
that love was blind.
But that theory was relieved,
since I was the one that was blind.
I contantly believed
that one day she would love me,
but I solely deceived
my heart's hope to be free.
Emotions faded away
below her mixed messages.
All that I had to say
was directly written on bleeding pages.
Love is something
this heart will never get.
My heart will lonely sing
poems filled with regret.
It is always the same story
but now I won't glimpse at the past.
Because my fate i can now foresee
forever i will be love's outcast.
Vinay
24-Jul-2011
Time : 1325 IST

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