Treasure Island

Tiku akp


Please don't leave me


The stars have gone behind the clouds
The moon has lost its sheen
In the thick night I weep like a child
Because I can no more call you mine

The heart has burst like a bubble
Blood has spilled into floor
I have cut my veins into shreds
Because I am not your lover anymore

The throat gets choked and burnt
Mind suffocated as if in a prison
Death stalks me where I go
For I lost your love without a reason

The earth burns below my feet
The sun shines so rude in the sky
I could never understand you
Why to a true love you chose to deny

I will be waiting you other side
Don't think I am heartbroken and weak
My soul won't ever take rest
To your divine love it would forever seek

Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2012

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