Wound and the Poetry

Where's love?where's forever? The promise we owe to live together? Where's the faith,or is it the face That you chose to blame that I mess. You knew my weakness, you knew me all You have drifted apart how can I call. How could you leave,too close yet far Dropping me halfway with nothing but scar. The journey was rough but somehow we wheeled Tower of love and trust we built Rising and falling and cheering the rise 'Love' our philosophy, were we fool or wise? Dwelling in the possibility of tomorrow Promising to wipe each other sorrow. I said I was happy, I was in fact Until you decided to stab me from the back. How indispensable pain your words hit me When you promised evrything but flew free. How soon our forever came to the end Leaving me alone,with coldness I can't withstand. Oh! What a curse a love can give A devil in the secret garden can live. Now I can only see you in my story Although I never wanted to feel you through a poetry.