#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone --
Away as if blink of an eye;
Then I wish I would prefer to die.
Maybe cut my wrist by the sharpest blade,
Made by Panday himself;
Or jump from the one feet bridge,
Or in ten meter window.
Maybe because, I love you;
that I even dream to touch your bossoms.
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
© Anonymous Pseudonym