Unfortunate Love
there is nothing more unfortunate
than a love with no ending
a love so pure..
yet with no name to define it
a love all consuming
but in no way have you expressed it.
there is nothing more unfortunate than a love you took for granted
dawning on you late
but is already out on its way
into the arms of another prey.
the love which filled you with joy
day after day..
but you spawned it away
for your mind was not in place
there is nothing more unfortunate than the cry of unrequited love
resonating in the walls of my mind
akin to a bird in a cage
urging to be released..
accepting its fate..
it slumps in despair.
Copyright © Zahara Khan | Year Posted 2013
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