Cold was the night
As I sit by the floor.
Thinking of Love
In every living soul.

The floors were cracked
The walls were faded
And the ceiling was..
It was crumbling.

The crippled night
Of darkness and fog.
The ember rays
Shone by the ignited light.

Is it the same with
Love?
Isn't love the sweetest
Laughter of the one
You cherish the most?
Isn't it the girl
You stare at discreetly
Wishing to be
A part of her very soul?

Isn't love cruel?
Cruel enough to
Make you feel awful
Make you feel betrayed
Bewildered!
Make you feel afraid
And even make you
Feel the worst feeling..
The feeling of being
Left behind... ALONE.

Is it me? Or is it her?
Those moments
Happiness...
Sadness..
Success..
Confusion.. All that
Spent with her.
Were tossed aside
CRUMPLED
like a sheet of paper
Drawn with
a beautiful flower
But discarded
Because of
one
Simple
FLAW.
It weathered.

Was it because
Both of us grew cold
Of each other?
Like the polar
Ice caps
Melting
Making several floating
Ice bergs.

I found it
Nostalgic.
But the view of
A clear blue
Sky
A scenery I
Can't, reluctantly,
Ignore.
No matter how cold
Or hot the fiery city
Filled with passion
That I
Myself thought
Is worth taking the risk.

Love? Since when
Did I encountered
Such word?

It was probably,
A long
Time ago.