Twelve Midnight

Blazing eyes and frozen heart, He just came and teared her apart. Showed him nothing but genuine smile, His white lies were covered with sweet smiles. 'Twas twelve in the midnight, Wondering to see some light. Then gloomy morning came, She felt dying and lame. But then suddenly he came, Pictured her out and gave her a frame. She was happy and divined, She was deeply refined. Distance is their obstacle, Never ever touch each others bottle. He was impetuous for what he felt, She was perplexed and knelt. Another page had moved, Another story to be proved. She read and then realized, All of those were also a pack of lies. It was two in the early dawn, The liquid ran out on her eyes and broke her down. She felt a pandemonium life, Escaping on that havoc and tasted some knife. He was atrocious and fallacious. He was deleterious and inauspicious. She was fission, But he was forgiven. Dreams as high as the bar-headed goose flies, She could marry him and will walk in the aisle. Stare at her eyes just for a while, She is worthy more than a golden fry. The sun will smile and it will be realistic. There she goes, always optimistic. Forget her not, forget her never. Forget this poem, but not the writer.