Poisoned Perspective

Tossing and turning round the bed

Thoughts sickening your peace

Dreams about loved one slowly turning to a nightmare

Every word heard twisting your brain

Contemplation driving you insane

Heart feels like ripped in two for suddenly what you felt was your own

A half of your soul

Now feels to be a being so foreign and cruel the very sense betrays your being


That’s how

A love so pure was poisoned

With mistrust


All you see is pure when you want it to be pure and believe it to be pure

All you is poison when you want it to be so.

~Aishwarya Singh

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