Rotten Roses.....


Sourness, you gave to my heart,
Its a lifetime thwack to my head.
Something, you were aware of,
Delicacy, my heart consist of.
You never ever had a second thought,
Before thumping upon all dreams, purport.
Innocently, you kept hurting me,
And me, kept taking it as your innocence.
All my yearnings fade away in that moment,
When your eyes did hoodwinking each time.
You, kept lying on my face,
I, denied all that was on your face.
Well, you did what you had to,
And, I did what I had to.
You spewed the poison of your swindle,
And I gave elixir of forgiveness for your deeds.
Now, you have repentance for your trowel,
And, I, all remorseless with eyes swivel.
Still, I wear a smile on my face,
Atleast, I can fake it on your face!!!

#AfrinFatima

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