Not in love with you...

Black lips!

  Her lips were rose pink…

  from the smoke of love she was breathing in…..

  the kind of love which is like the dew on the grass….

  transparent, complimenting ,glowing, glued…….   

  meant to be there…

       

  The dew disappears as the sun comes out..

  It DIES! So did the smoke of LOVE!

   Her lips are black now…

   black of smoke she now inhales…

   smoke of lies, hate, betrayal and loneliness…

   It's bitter…..

  Even if the dew came again, 

  it would vanish in the sun

  There’s no hope of the lips turning rose pink again..

  They will forever be black…

A nightmare!

In the middle of hope and despair…

float memories….

of a dream we were in..

entangled like roots..

innocent as a bud.. (it doesn’t know it will be plucked as soon as it blossoms)

happy as the sun…

A perfect dream so fragile…

has to turn into a nightmare ..Isnt it?