You’re building bridges between
Two islands of desolation;
Yet the intention seems flawed to me.
With a dimple that defines adorable,
Must be hard to spot your soul sublime.
I, too, fell into that trap
Of mystified persona with a tempting eye,
And all this while, I thought it wasn’t a lie.
Cannot emphasize more,
This camaraderie is heading south
As we speak. It is on a train that
Travels downhill, never looking at the sun.
Last night, the stars stood gazing as
Words of bonding spread afar.
Tonight, those stars have been sliced
By the sword of your deceit.
Let us not believe that you had no
Blind eye to my broken soliloquy.
