Your eyes were my source of inspiration,
Your voice resonated with my conscience,
Your love was everything but fake,
And so was mine, but a mistake.
You gave me the reason to live,
When all I thought was to die.
When I went all down on luck,
Your words made me feel alive.
You taught me to love myself,
But all I did was, love you.
Never will my love for you, die
'Coz nothing, but you, is as close by.
I promised I'd walk on fire for you,
But I crumbled down on pieces of glass.
I'm sorry I couldn't keep my words,
And paid heavily by losing you.
Your scars; are my souvenirs.
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