The smell of your scent etched on my skin,
the touch of your lips ignites my bones.
Touch me with words to remind me that I am alive.
Hold me, gently to make me feel I'm loved.
For love is the language we spoke that filled our void.

Embracing our own quirky ways to show our genuine affection for each other,
the silence between us spoke thousand of words which couldn't be said but felt.
He was like the wind that blew like a  gentle soothing balm to her aching soul
and she, the stimulus who pushed him hard to challenge the odds;
genuine affection through their quirky ways by embracing each other.

Bonded well over sharing our tales
Just a human who was naive and frail.
Poured out my vulnerability, I thought you could assure
But my trust was left upon the floor.
Stuck in a crossroad
Left me all alone.
To confide on people is no longer my cup of tea;
I found my freedom
Away from all, wild and free.
No longer a friend, nor a foe
Gambled my trust upon the sister
Who was more special than any mister.
As you gained the favor
Spreading Whims and inventing fable
Finally the show was over
Revealed your true color.
Neither a seed of hatred nor revenge be sown
You were the best I have ever known
Karma is there to bid goodbye
Turning table.