The Memory

You made me laugh, you made me cry,

I laid my faith in all your lie.

The heap of lies, the vilest thing,

I think now, I was such a poor being.

You manipulated me, such a skillful way.

You invited this apocalyptic day,

In my lovely life, full of hue.

Though I thought we are among a few.

Like the few couples, always and forever,

to stay in that way, and be the keeper.

Keeper of the vows that we had made.

But now the memories are all fade.