Sunday, 23 February 2014

LOST BATTLE

The last words she said still lingers
She said I wasn’t fit to be her lover
Somebody else had made her see
That all along I was a piece of shit
She said that too without any shame

 I’ve lost the battle I had won
Locked the armory, threw the key
Made home a comfort zone
Now she gone, it’s a war zone

Battles are fought fruitlessly

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