Murder of Love

In solitude, I follow the street
Leading me to the place,
Where you stabbed so deep
In my heart, with your hatred.
Splashes of my love are still there
And I try to immaculate them with my tears.
But all in vain, forever they are stained
And daily as I walk, the place I paint
With some more drops of my nostalgic thoughts.
My shirt is still wet and red,
My bleeding is never going to stop.
I don't know why alone everyday in dusk,
I follow the street to the place
Where happened, the murder of my love.

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