Closing this old forgotten diary

I look out at the sunset so fiery

I feel light hues of scarlet fires

Over the sky in various attires

Oh caressed by your lost scent

Now I wonder what you meant

When you told me of your love

That you felt so free like a dove

I was naive to think it was me

Who drank you in a cup of tea

Walkin' around in an addiction

I forgot I was dreaming fiction

How could I have ever known

That I never had a right to own

Your love, affections and heart

For we were meant to fall apart

Your lips voiced a foreign name

I had my foolish heart to blame

I wish to have known so better

Cups of tea could only scatter

Desires and wrong expectation

I realised this at railway station

That hour, you left to meet her

I was suffocating in a rough fur

And to this hour, I silently fret

Over two cups of tea by..sunset

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