Image from Haiku My Heart
Crimson sky of loveTurns dark, colours fade slowly
Fake feelings sneak in
The words she heard were not meant for her ears. This revelation was purely accidental, but some accidents are eye openers. She thought.
All her kaleidoscopic dreams started to merge with a black patch of despair. Just like the darkness of this silent night where the voice resonated without any barriers.
Why can't love be as clear as any other emotions? Why do people double cross? She had heard somewhere that real artists don't starve. Fabricating emotions is an art, isn't it?
It hurt and it was deeper and more painful because this emotional laceration was intentional.
Written for: Three Word Wednesday
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