My Roses are elegantly adorned, with Thrones and Plight.
They aren't Passionate Red, but Deadly Crimson Bright.

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You should have tried hard to know me,
from the start; congruent, clear-cut and clean.
Ever had this unsettling, cringy feeling
Am I, the one who's actually leaving ?
For you to question yourself repetitively admist,
the crusade as well as under the fallout dust.
And at times you ponder now that you're gone,
Was I her Prince or just another Spawn ?
She is the one, who should weep and cry !
You claimed, with that hoary humour dry.
But haven't I hinted and we discussed ?
Before I got you masculine ego pissed.
Baby, I screamed the fact a 100 time,
that we needa maintain some fine line.
Walzting around the room, it felt grand,
warned you I can't dance, beforehand.
Call me a traitor, but I was biblically bored.
You called it off, before I got you off board.
Now, you're so into, the he said - she said.
Drop this posture, and use your sense instead.
Fine ! you are hurt, plus the tables turned.
You left, you cried while I stayed unburned.
Believe me, Darling ! We didn't fit well.
This love was doomed from the day we fell.

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I got a boyfriend, who's better than you.
Don't pretend as if , you have no clue.
And stop passing us death glares like that,
you already have a branded girl to look at!
He is too decent, fully under my charms.
Haven't you seen, he has no ego to harm.
He looks at me, as I were an exquisite thing.
Yeah, I noticed the way you pass the cringe.
Now, you ask your friends to refer me a witch.
Let me get the facts straight, and clear this,
Baby, I'm a magician, I practice black magic.
You're under my spell, this isn't a bit tragic.
For, I'm neither up nor a bit eager to handle,
All of your sweary,snobbish and shady scandal.
He cherish and adores me, tries to be the one.
Whereas with you, I always held my shotgun!
Go and act the coward, that's all you ever be.
If only she had senses and clear vision to see.
He may not end up, being my man at last.
But he didn't regret, like you, see the contrast.
Call me a witch, a vixen or a snake that hiss,
Even then I'll better than you at throwing diss

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I can't even predict your reaction beforehand,
but if I were in your place, I knew mine,
would've been in sheer denial.— % &

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In a corner of my heart.
Buried deep,within those,
abandoned fields of love.
With a heartbreak prose,
Hanging on its gate, the one
You asked me, to compose.— % &

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Vibing to the best song I might've heard
Crossing the hard way down the pike,
Having no regrets while I sit by his side.
Bright and Pastel all shades seem alike.
To be with the one I love, and nothing to hide.



— % &

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the shades of all colours
in my life turned pale,
accompanied by vain
and your empty mail.— % &

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The more I feel, this sparkly hue
of love, that I think of, as a coincidence;
you too were ignorant, at first instance.
Yet you visit my thoughts most of the time,
with uncanny words and rose tinted rhyme— % &

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My eyes felt the spark,
And I had my gaze set,
Admiring every bit of you,
The feeling was mutual, I bet.— % &

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longevity of emotional crisis



falling for the darkness...

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