Solace

Four years of affectionate
Is but a deep throe to neglect
Thy heart and souls groan over him
Felt no hope but countless grim

Four years of inspiration
Is but a million fathoms
To thee I offered all my triumphs
But not a reason of holding a chance

I don’t know why, it is so unjust
Maybe I am wrong but this is it
Four years of loving thee
Even it hurts I am letting him free

Indeed, I found myself grieving
Near the fringe of insanity
He may not know about it
For him I am nothing

Alone I wept
Every tear reminisce his memories
Then I ought to recover
Four years, that’s enough

Solace, it is what I need