One Sharp Cut
I was young, in love with the love of my life
when he plunged into me the savage knife
plain tired of me,need to move on, he said
my breath left me right at that very instant
He was quick, harsh and so blatantly direct
well done.one fatal stroke left no hopes to resurrect
shattered, I grieved, but knew it was final
tiny cuts don’t help when one is destined to die.
I have learnt life’s fangs pierce in broad daylight
diversions and revisions not make a wrong right
lightning does not massage the roof
just decides to make the strike
Written on 06/20/2016
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