Now I only leave things to fate,
nightmare magic with extra tragic.
Irony is we need sadness,
to reach happiness.
Hoping in a great way,
time will reveal itself,
whose loss it was,
curling and uncurling,
behind the closed door,
with tremendous pain and baggy eyes.
Sealed in,
with memories worth of you,
in four chamber heart of mine.
I closed the shutter of my love life,
by latching the sweet memories,
threw away the key in such a place,
where there is no hope of finding it back.
Time ticked leaving no trace,
only a void to live on ,
with scarred love in my heart,
still etched hard against my soul.
I tried burning that scarred love,
weeping and sobbing in the restless nights,
hoping everything will vanish again,
as you did.
Tried cleaning the memories of you,
looking towards the ocean at dawn.
Still somewhere my heart says,
wait for the magic potion,
till it shows some motion,
in the form of emotion.
~AnonymousVerse01
