The Lost Love Poem by Yash Pradhan

When I broke myself.
I broke with someone too.
Someone whom was very close to me.
Someone Whom I could trust.

This was the last time we met.
This was the last time we exchange our words.
This crazy thing called love.
Has become a problem for me.

Now, love has disappear.
Love has become hatred.
It's hard to purify my heart.
It's hard to purify my soul.

Love equals tragedy.Of course.
Tragedy also equals broken-heart.
When hope is lost forever.
Love will last forever.