That Was Fake... Poem by Jiya Acharya

You'd promised me
for the toils on the bridge,
A warm hug,
A lovely kiss, that
We would go out, for the lovely stroll
Hand in Hand, all the way long.
Would love me
until love ends...
With tears, in those lovely eyes.
The way you would brush my hair,
Holding me up-close,
That penetrating stare.
That lovely glare
of Your face, I will never forget.
I was shy...
Deep down below...in the red heart
of mine...
But,
All in vain
The Heart breaks
I was in trance, and I loved you...
Away from reality
That was Fake.Dry and sloth and
a sin...
For you she lost Him...
When you corrupted her
innocence.
All is Dead now. I am here...
But,
Answer me... How to forget
'Him'