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He ate my heart

Blindfolded on his lies
he put a leash on
and again pulled me in his falsehood
I wagged my loyalty
dug down my heart, buried our love
it sang in every beat

I couldn’t lay a finger on him
not a small pinch of blame on him
still it sang in every beat
Because I was a knucklehead
who buried his lies deep

I couldn’t ask..
he knew the only proof
his circles of lies
my illusion of love
dwelt around the fleshy cardio
that sang in every beat
he fried my heart
on a oily words
and nibbled down his throat
he ate my heart



The one, who is keen to bake different recipe of writing.

11 thoughts on “He ate my heart

      1. yes, and in some cases it expires quickly…i wrote a piece once(haven’t posted it here yet) that went something like: silence is golden unless you were expecting something different…

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