Truth About Unrequited Love Poem by Paras Saxena

Love is cold and hollow
Ruthless, savage and shallow
Wreaths dreams of rainbows
Cursed in quivering bellows
Delivering daily, deathless deaths
Offering a life with zilch breaths
A heavenly poison killing smoothly
Softly and life fights back loathly
You curse promises and ‘'until forever'' stories
And you taste bitterness in sweet memories
Stitches don't heal bruises but time
Victim in own crime, everyone everytime

As tears stroll down your cheek, you destroy
The only part left of you to seek the last ray of foy
But all you find is darkness in all sight
Set is the sun of your life, just night
Is all there is to live, to survive
The heart, once already been revived.
Black and blue in your brainless mind
Signs were there but you were blind
Pierced heart with a lonely arrow
A wound too deep and narrow
Bleeding you to a deserted tomorrow
A stranger smile to mask sorrow




Empty echos in your ears
Becomes real all your fears
When you look in those blurred mirrors
With misted eyelashes, draining colors
From every picture you ever drew
And every bubble that ever grew
Dreariness and direness, you lie between
Pale is what you thought is green
The only truth you wish to be an incubus is the end
So dolorous, imprisoned in a den of numbness at the end
Come join broken lovers and their unrequited love
Wreathing a plenary love only in posies, nothing above