I dared calling you “sunshine”,
carrying hope, shedding light on me.
Maybe it was such a cliché…
However, I dared,
I dared to whisper,
I dared to give,
I dared to love,
You dared to bypass me.
My heart crumbled.
It was lethal.
No wine can erase memory.
No morphine can erase pain.
I was wrong.
After all…
you were the risky cliché.