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No need to suffer too many fools

We work well with understood rules

Harder when they change along with the tools

But what of a cold heart that never truly cools

What does it do to

A flower left out in winter nights

Icicles and petals cracking twice

Blinded by blazing passions of Spring, I should have seen it coming

When bridges of her friends, she began quickly burning

Loyalty pushes it aside, the page quickly turning

“It’s ok muffin, everybody is learning…”

She said her love had ‘run its course’

Those words you utter

Force eloquence, to stutter

This wasn’t code in morse

Sikandra wanted a divorce

A bomb went off in the heart with nuclear force

The pen shatters arteries with little remorse

Anything to avoid the continuous snap of this rod

The most hated act permissible by God

How does one recover?

I should have originally listened to my Mother

This isn’t the fairytales of another

Nor a story for cover

I spent years convincing her - that you were a true lover

It’s from الله