Poison is far more better than memories

Who said that love is bright
Like a color pink or white
I wonder about it day and night  
When it was mine it was white
When it became ours it was pink
But now its
BLACK
Pitch black
Without a ray of pink and white

I felt so lonely
In swarm of people

My heart still goes thrump at your name,
Which is very dangerous.

Yet once again i want to
Fall in love with you madly

Once again the tide is coming, only to return empty.
I wonder how many more will it take to find something.