By Reshabh   

She was the chocolate amongst the cake
Which everyone liked but no one baked
Chocolate melted when it was hot
Cake won, insensitivity had it's shot

She was her expensive wrongly sized dress
Which was more valuable than being useless
Since then she was in her wardrobe
In the memories of hanging high and low

She was her sophisticated foreign accent
Which to her friends, never made any sense
Today she speaks her native tongue
Since then those words have missed her lungs

Love is a different kind of death
You get a birth after death, to forget a life you had!

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Love can give you life, can kill you from inside or both but you decide!