Around a heap of memories,
Her heart lay scattered,
She held on to the bloodstained thread,
So tightly – it further ripped,
Threatening to unravel, the thread screamed,
Part of a bigger cobweb,
Bridge burnt, bond slayed,
He walked away, she wistfully waited,
Their perfect picture shattered,
In his wake, a hope remained,
Her nemesis – his insecurities,
Which he relentlessly chased,
Naive that all the roads will lead,
To the union he avoided,
Will it be too late before he realised?
Power of their magnetic liaison,
To each other they belonged,
Each other they reflected,
And their fates are entangled,
That they are indeed,
Two halves of one soul.
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