

In that state, we were goners, Unsure of what would come next, Unsure of the pain we’d face next, It was like living in a
Seated on the bed, With her head between her knees, Was the girl I used to know. She looked so lost and hurt, And for
Today, her beautiful hair was in an afro, Her beautiful black eyes captivating, And her plump dark lips, Had an allure that got me hooked,
I met a girl, She broke me, End of story. That’s how it should’ve been, How I should’ve told it, The tale of the beautiful
And in that lazy month of June, On the second lonely morning, The sun had refused to shine, It was all dark blue and grey,
In the shadows my pain reigns, Like a motor on the move, The blood in my brain untimely whirrs, My heart speaks of the forbidden,
For years, I trusted you, I believed everything you said, Maybe I was a dumbhead for that, Maybe I should have tried to question it,
Staring in my best friend’s direction, I saw a handsome stranger, Hovering over me like a nightmare, Smiling at me like the monster did, But
I used to wonder what loss was, How hard the hit would have to be, How imperfect everything would seem. I had fantasies of what
The rainbow in the night was beautiful then, I never thought I’d see it ever, But that night on my way home, I saw the