With a tainted heart and broken mind, I search for her whom I wouldn't find. I don't carry her photos or texts Just some memories, in my heart they rest. The broken heart speaks words like thorns, The mind is filled with a raging storm Eyes still search for her priceless smile And legs take me for many miles. Some words, Some promises are left in middle Our hand in hand and hairs to be fiddle, Long night talks, waitings in school Earlier I loved, Now I ridicule. You were the verses of prayer I spoke Many of them got unanswered I suppose The sun in whose mornings I woke And that angel who brought her Close. Days have passed since the day we parted A new chapter in both lives have started, Let this be one another sad end , A mind yet to be repaired, A heart yet to be mend. #thelostlove
