Her smell unchanged

Her smell unchanged

Her hair, style and look all seemed strange

Her eyes now told a different story

The way she spoke made me sad and also sorry.

I touched her, she turned cold

Oh! This new her

If only she could be normal and just scold

I could no longer see through her,

I could no longer read her

And now, I can see how changed,

how affected and different she was.

She walked away after saying the most hurtful words

‘I love someone else’

Now when, I need her.

This is for my love for poetry!

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