"An Evergreen Scar Really, Is this how you pay your tribute, he who came in your pain? A way you cherish his odds, seeing all his efforts go in vain Fuck your virtues, let go his ship, where you yourself drowned. With your soft-poison, he's left nothing, previously renowned. You pushed him to dark, from which he gripped your hand, firm. You stood with an ambiguous whim, for which he broke, long term. He flaunted his achievements, with you though side, on the top. He never knew, it would be your miscarriage making him a flop. You blamed, with a idiotic blot and sank your belief; mystery. What he was and what he is. You made his identity a history. He loved you with his heart, though you perished his self-esteem. He's left with a faulty scar, and calls Love "CURSED", on a whim. ©UnHeardकवि "