Gruesome Love

Writer: Asmaa

It was a windy day

Driving along the bay.

My soul felt lost

But that’s not what hurts the most.

They say life is good

But it’s as hard as wood.

All your hopes were high

But it’s all a lie.

He said you are the one

But he is just like a gun.

Aiming at your heart

Days pass by and you are alone

Left behind just like a stone.

A broken heart screaming for help

But all the love just melt.

Now you are full of hate

Because people said it’s just fate.

The right person, the wrong time.

The right script, the wrong line.

The right poem, the wrong rhyme

And a piece of you, that was never


So mirror, mirror on the wall

Was I always meant to fall?