My heart was like the kettle,
Serving you, the wholesome love.
Which was warm and pure like the dove.
What i thought that you’ll make me blossom,
But, you’ve always proved yourself fearsome.
I was never your perception,
You always treated me as an backup option.
You’re not what I’ve imagined you beforehand,
I wonder why i chose to hold your hands.
It was a mistake to show you the softest affections,
Didn’t know that you will give an ephemeral reaction.
You played with my kettle
As a game of sport.
Now, look that you made me what I’ve never ever thought.
The kettle is broken now even the pieces are fragile,
I’ve no words to express my pain whereas I’m a logophile.
Now, the kettle you used to be warm and soft,
Is now cold and bold.
Ephemeral – lasting for a very short time.
Logophile – a lover of words. .