Fidelity Of My Past
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.