You Are Still My Life Poem by Vishz Embassy

Was that a touch?
And who gave me that touch!
Well, to be certain, I don’t care.
This riddle you’ve put me in
Seems to digest me through;
Remember your words?
Relationships are like a jigsaw puzzle.
Things are supposed to get into where they’ve to.
Ive started thinking, am I in the right rack?
I guess not, and you better take the blame;

I never felt such a touch,
So strong had I been,
You swayed my senses saying
You love me more, and me being your life.
I was promised of having another soul into me,
But in real half of my soul has been scratched.
Scratched beyond repair, and
A repair! Not without a knot.
Why did you have to do this, will you answer me?
I guess not, and you better take the blame;

These days, although we have nothing to do;
We hardly care to text each other a “hi”
I ping you online, just find you chatting
With everyone but me;
How I feel about this! you surely care less,
And I was asked to agree.
She wants something new, something
She’ll certainly have.
But the love I have, can she ever synonym the same?
I guess not, and you better take the blame.