The you I knew, is no more you,
I am not I that you once knew,
Evil has many faces, said everyone,
Never thought yours will be one.

The lost time that was never spent,
There is so much now that I repent.
Trying to heal the wounds of past,
My heart really needs its rest.

A corrupt heart was yours,
Cries of mine, in unseen tears,
My very kindness,
became blindness,

Crushed by love’s fatal wheels,
All scars and wounds, everything heals.
My heart got slayed by the person,
Who is a Hauntingly Beautiful one.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind