Fidelity Of My Past

Twisted or Half-naked?

It's the only truth I have been searching since past, 

I know not, I might have 

What serious thoughts you have shielded from me!

I shiver!

I ponder!

I refuse to believe!

Believer, I considered myself when it was time to be with you.

But that strap against your shoulder line,

Made me curious,

Thrilled,

Smoked in random waves of thoughts.

You said it was lost

You said you left it somewhere, 

Only forgot to collect. 

That neckline, that night,

I found a scar there as if a hungry giant mosquito bit with an appeal, 

As you told me,

As I believed you.

Oh! Now I pity my poor Soul, 

That unconsciously gulped down the falsified truth spoken in the past, 

That moment still haunts me

For I believed you

Like I was a sheep in your slaughterhouse of Fidelity.