I have a tormented heart
Like a worn out art
I tried my best to nurture
But at the end it was tortured
Dressed up with misery now
I saw only the broken vow
The vow I thought is forever
But I can't rely on it; never
The immortal love that I have
Accompanied by immortal pain
No wonder my heart is never gay
Coz the numbness is on its way
Very tough to continue this poem
Since I lost the strength in me
Hopelessly romantic I appeared to be
My love is pathetically destroyed slowly
Like a worn out art
I tried my best to nurture
But at the end it was tortured
Dressed up with misery now
I saw only the broken vow
The vow I thought is forever
But I can't rely on it; never
The immortal love that I have
Accompanied by immortal pain
No wonder my heart is never gay
Coz the numbness is on its way
Very tough to continue this poem
Since I lost the strength in me
Hopelessly romantic I appeared to be
My love is pathetically destroyed slowly
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