The uncherished lover
The uncherished Lover I said I will die for you And you made me dead I would be the bestest of your exes, The first one who gave you suitcase of written letters. I know you miss me But as you never said I assume things As I am so childish instead. But I don't miss you, You were another experience to regret Let me pen you down, As the Hitler of love story tragic end. I cut my bone, to make you mine You cut my throat, and then asked me to drink another glass of whine? You came like seasons of repeated revisions, In the gunshot of lots of love tamed reasons You took my heart first and now you took my head , So I can't think? Is that your strategy? To make me sink? In the poolhouse of heart Manchester, I looked my Paris in you But you were the coarse ground of sudan A crises prone land to stand The middle is too unstable 6'2 or 6'3? A long legged devil Am I too mean? Still...
