You were the perfect piece, but together we don't fit.
If life were a game of tag you would be 'It'.
You were my morning light, summer sun.
During my winters you kept me warm.
I knew you were the one.
But now it's the noon and you are shining bright.
You are so hot I can't bare your touch or sight.
Now comes the summer rain.
It's gentle melody makes me feel sane.
The smooth drops are like tears from God.
They reveal to me that your love was a facade
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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