What is sacred love? Perhaps I’m still naïve to know,
Yet the dream was eternal,
One day I’d become the ornament of your nose.
You too, had said once,
You loved me in an immortal tune.
Then why did you shatter that dream?
Why wound the bleeding root of my heart so deeply?
Why tell me, did you scar the heart that longed for you?
I do not know the true definition of pure love,
Yet I only wished to be the scorpion at your waist,
To remain as an adornment hidden behind your shy smile.
Then tell me, what harm had I done to you?
Before my wish could bloom, I became a stranger in your memory’s pages,
Why did I become erased from your story?
All I ever wanted,
Was to spend my life with you a devotion,
Soft as a prayer, endless as a dream.
You once said you were drawn to me too,
That you had a deep urge to be mine.
Then why are you distant today?
Why tell me,
Does my plea, my longing not reach your listening ears?
Tell me then, is love a lie?
A lie too, are all those hopes
I had so carefully kept for you as a lover?
If so, then tell me,
Why did you say you loved me and took my heart hostage?
If you will not return, then at least do not ignore,
What drips like bleeding from my pen,
This question mark!
- Question Mark
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Broken poem