Category : Poems

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Every moment spent with her feels no less than a festival,
With every goodbye exchanged and,
Every time I must see her walk away,
She splits off and snitches away forever, 
A fragment of my heart, 
With herself, to her queendom where,
In a long subconscious war,
My soul had unwittingly surrendered years ago,
Embattled to endure untill eternity,
The pain of unrequited captivity.