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She has forgotten


She has forgotten what it is like to be kissed

To be wanted by a man she loves

Her parted lips only sing lullabies now.


She has forgotten the last time

His touch made her moan

She traces her own caramel skin

With her fingers

Only to find wreckages of the lost time

Unwanted, Unloved, Undone

Her shadow embraces her in the dark

It tells her, ‘darling it’s over’


The butterflies in her stomach will never be back

Her heart would not ache

Her lips will not taste the unabashed love anymore


She looks at the rain fall gently

Her insides completely parched

Her eyes tell a thousand lies

Of the woman she was

Of her desire

She was a mother now

Baby, she has lost her fire




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