You used my heart as a plaything,
After satisfying yourself, away, you did fling.
You wanted someone, who praised you all day,
With whose emotions, anytime, you could play.
I became a victim of your crazy thought,
All along, a lost battle, I fought.
I was after you, like a bee after honey,
But, you proved, even love can be funny.
Things, I learnt, can always go wrong,
Within your control, they are, as long.
Without seeing you, I couldn’t live for a day,
But, to avoid you for eternity, you made me pray.
Love from you, no longer, do I need,
As tears of blood, in my heart, you made me bleed.
But, for your well-being, I pray still,
Because, the void you created, none could fill.
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