Sunday, January 20, 2013

It Was Her Eyes That Deceived Me In The End


i decided
never
to fall in love
on the internet
my eyes get
misty my soul
soaked all wet
i was a fish
hook line sinker
caught in her net
it was one summer
of discontent on
facebook we met
when pakistan lost
india won the test
deep fried overcooked
all the best the poet
in me rests east is
east west is west
pain on broken
wings now rides
the crest pain
mauled
mangled
blood splattered
poets chest

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