A little love, A little hate, defines your fate, he said
The fragile lass missed a beat,
With every cunning promise he made.
A different season of life, she felt,
A convincing reason, to feel wasted,
She bothered not of the consequences
Wanted just the taste of ruefulness..
Seldom she knew her insecurities were just a fluke
Each time he came late, her heart experienced a blow,
Their story was unwritten on the pages torn,
Living they were the ink, sold..
A night of inebriation opened it all,
He wrote his every dark secret on his body bare,
Nevertheless he felt he had no clue,
What he is writing on a silky hue..
Lost she was though in her arms that night, stars bore,
Aghast she was, to know what he had inside,
Kissed he her every scar, with a flaccid touch,
Healing her inside out..
The moment last when she hugged him tight, trusted might,
He was cold, still appearing as a knight,
As she saw the dawn appearing on their side,
His breaths stopped, His soul left, His body explained the feared venom insight..