Pain of Love
Bestowed upon me is the crown of heartache,
That left scars deep down my soul.
Bestowed upon me is the failure of a myth called us,
That constantly scorches the walls of my conscience.
I love you..
Or rather I should say,
I loved the thought of being in love with you.
Now I'm just an unattended dream,
That flows through my veins.
Copyright © Neha Padhi | Year Posted 2019
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