Friday, 10 February 2012

the wedge is driven deeper into the heart,
to bleed till death 'tears' me apart
each sec. do i sigh 
to think that it wasn't 'love' as thought i 

cannot mourn the passing out of joy,
cannot celebrate the coming of age.
fluttering egos clash in a golden cage,
'Love' was just another word, a mindless toy.






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