A beauty with a knife

Day by day, my heart wrenches,
For something that's not even mine

I immerse myself with the imaginations of  blissful night,
Only to see that you are not by my side.

I had a heart and it yearned for those brown hues of your tangles.
I had eyes which yearned for your sudden appearance,

I had ears which called to a distance for a mumble from your lips,
I had fingers which wanted to feel even a speckle of the dust you left behind.

I even had a sense which knows where you are,
But I lost that too when I lost you.

It seems so that I write these poems as a way to make a beauty

A beauty which is scorned by a thousands of scars and heavy duty

I felt like it was yesterday when I was in love

Not it feels like today with no such feelings in my heart.

My heart wrenches for that again

A thrill so amazing and thrill that hurts so good

Because it is better than being alive but absolutely dead from the beauty that your knife got bloodied from.