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my heart was yours to break
I never wanted to be your first choice,
Being first implies there's room for a second,
Which provides scope for my demotion,
An endless game,
I paid with my devotion.
If my tears were coloured,
My pillow would be my best work.
My heart aches at the thought of silence without your voice,
Waking up in your warm embrace and your silent gaze.
You said love lasts forever,
So was this never love?
I questioned your claims,
"No one could love you the way I do," you said,
Blindfolded heart and blind eyes didn't see your silent crime.
I used my best colours for your portrait,
And the remaining for myself.
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devita bhatia
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