Tears streamed down the narrow bridge of my nose ,
I could feel my chin whitening,
As tears splashed on my lower lip .
My heart entagled with pain ,
Tears streaming down like a moving millipede.
She curled down her lip ,
And said ” you were never my type after all” ,
I tried screaming ,
But my voice was trapped in the arid caves of my mouth,
Maybe because I had promised to never shout at her .
For all these years ,
I had kept my Vine blossoming for her ,
While I waited for a drop of water –
To hit the ground of the desert of her love for me.
For years I waited for her to restore the whims of my broken heart.