I thought our love still stands
But it soon diminished
I thought our love still strong
But it’s all to be reminisced
Now
My ink stain tears
Sobbing all over this white sheet
Etching this lonesome lines, a smear
Anecdote on how pathetic our love is.
They said love is color blind
I said love is hard to define.
For now that you’re gone
Murdered this part of me
You will always a common
Enemy.
This enemy is non-other but my own heart.
I hated her not only for being broken apart
But because she’s mine
But beats and care for some else.
This is, the tale of my poison mind.