Torn in pieces
Scattered on the floor
He thought my heart was a paper,
That he could easily tore
What actually got ripped
Was not even my heart
Tapped few emotions
Few things, did fall apart
Seeing another fluttering heart
Flying next to him one day
I chose to confront once
And that, made us go on our way
He thought, I'd be jealous and blazing
Little pain it was, but not too late
I often smiled if his gaze ever fell on me
That, I did not hate
He confronted me, one day
And wanted to be back forever
I smiled again, turned and replied
.........never ever!
©sim
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