Stranded at the depth of my actions,
backstabbed by trust and slain by sincerity.
Lost deviously in silent battles against beauty—
and I am surrounded
by words that were never meant for me,
by a heart that never belonged to me,
by a pair of eyes that looked into the soul
and spoke those magical words.
Now, beneath the shadows of misery,
I crumble in agony as I wrap my wounds with these poems.
