A tsunami of unadulterated feelings,
Rolling like the deepest of thunders
The heart roars in agony;
Reminiscing the romance once cherished.
Nothing set in stone, nothing for sure,
With the exception of death and taxes and there is no cure.
The innocent heart bleeds, eyes leak,
Lips quiver and memories speak.
Of all the things that causes pain,
Nothing extends beyond the realm of unrequited love.
A wounded heart is hard to heal,
But only then you realise, what is fake and what is real.
— by someone close to my heart