Lonely Stone

For all those bitter lovers out there.

Like what the prophet has written

There is nothing hidden that will not be unveiled

So here we are at the tryst

You don't have to hide through reticence

Our love is only a feeling

And all is frustratingly in vain

Why does tantalous love stay

Far beyond the reach of my hands?

Through the rasp in your voice now

I know that you took me for granted

All your words were just chamomile

Stunning my senses unable to realize

That you have addled me through senseless syllables

Those words, deathly shocking pink

Now, the separation such scarring sooth

That ephemeral is our relation in truth

This cut, my heart will incur

You devoid, still sitting on this place

Once again I am with Madam Loneliness

Here we are still in silent togetherness.