Love is not perfect neither are the lovers. This poetry acknowledges just that when the things are not going as planned, when the things turned sour. The love that spread like a wildfire, now burns you inside out not leaving anything. The anger, the regrets, the pain inflicted all unbearable. But still, either the memories or maybe its the habit, but it kicks in when you are most lonely. And you love and hate, but still love something that there was.
The picture of starry stairs resembles the painful downfall of the glory.
Her love and her fury
His love and his agony
Her pain, her anguish, her revenge cold blooded,
his agony, his mistakes, he deserved to suffer,
time could not heal, both the pain persistent,
that they inflicted on each other.
She should not see the water within his eyes,
she should not turn soft to whom ske wants to kill,
he on the other hand,
should be brave like her, who vanisher her pain,
somewhere in the mist of dried tears.
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