Nikunj xyz

Game Of Heart/Dart

It’s such a strange game,
Such a strange art,
Stones feel like roses,
Roses, petals of her heart,
Even a thousand stones couldn’t bloody me,
But a rose tore me apart,
For it pierced a hole in my heart,

And she played so well,
And she played so smart,
She played it like the game of dart,
But little did she know that,
the dartboard was my heart!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 30, 2010

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