The Romantic Nights

The romantic nights That I spent with her Those were the contracts Signed by her for my murder

In the twilight of moon
With the twinkling blue eyes
She descended from the stars
Her white wardrobe touched my face

In a fortunate stroke of serendipity
She kissed my face
I got awakened or to be true to you
I lost my consciousness

Her lips were glossing over mine
I decoded that signal
It was a message of love
Once again I got slaughtered

On those romantic nights
When I was a teenager
I remember the color of her lipstick
It was the blood of my heart

She murdered me mercilessly
And I thought it was love
In name of her family, friends, and relatives
She took away my breath

In eyes of the world
I was an artist
But now you know the truth
I was a victim

Years have passed
I am young by heart
But old by thought
Still writing poems for her

The romantic nights
That I spent with her
Those were the contracts
Signed by her for my murder


4 thoughts on “The Romantic Nights”

  1. Andrew Johnson

    Original, creative word…
    You’re a hidden gem
    Pain is the real master of an artist, always remember that.

  2. Andrew Johnson

    Original, creative work…
    You’re a hidden gem
    Pain is the real master of an artist, always remember that.

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