A cosmic lie

ought to make 

it alright,

i pretended.

enough of my 

ink could,

but still i am 

not convinced;

as nothing can 

convince me.

either your life 

or only my

death could.

helpless victim 

of your truth,

i be.

may be the same 

until the

ray of hope collides.

endorsement to the

sheer leaves from

the palms of sunlight,

is only the shadow.

darkness caresses too.

rather the breeze 

of memories,

life is nothing.

enough of you,

still

incomplete me.

it was true,

the love.

all was

a lie but,

the life.