In return for Love

I decorated this day since the day I learnt how to write Dreams..Twinkling lights,good smell of lilies, happy-mourn music and I would go with you... I sank deep down on our idea of togetherness...You fell in love with my attire, my smell and everything but me...You cherished my body but denied my presence...The phony togetherness only demanded my warmth and not my cold...My denial of giving you my warmth broke down cumbersome mountains on you...and you whipped me with your manhood...It took me time, a lot of time to recognise the dirty pain and call for the Gods...Dressed in the counterfeit robe of your sins, my body ached, ached a lot...Every time I cried you lulled me to my death sleep...At last when I broke out I was dead and your swarthy face eternalised..