THE CIRCUS IS OVER NOW…

I don't offer any pretense or charm,

All my stars stopped emitting lights ,

when i saw your real colors ,

that comes in only black , brown and greys ,

so i offered you a cup of coffee to keep YOU warm ,

but you threw it away as winter was your favorite season of all,

But as authenticity is the soul driver of my inheritance

And vulnerability is the birthmark of my past life.

I let you speak for yourself ,

but you chose to speak for myself instead ,

And said" it was fated to be this unfortunate" and I nodded

And I ducked myself out, like I was never there,

And friends kept telling me you would come back,

But I always hoped you don`t

Though I never believed, but all my past lovers did,

Was it fated to be like this?

You spoke some gibberish to make the venture seems justifiable,

I mean you won your case and your client is out,

Why you wanna entangle the very same mouse?

So I nodded , but in reality I slept and snored,

While you defended your very own case

But I didn't care, all my concerns were gone

So I said for the very last time,

I was so fated to be fortunate To be one of those spouse

Speak for yourself, I am already out

The circus is over, pack the costume of your clowns.

Leeza

THE POET OF DEATH