“Said l loved you but l lied... Like the nocturnal's horizons dull and rancid to glow, like nightingale's fluttered wings blown by the cyclone, like you and your change of heart, nonchalant in appraisal, yet ignorant to see my heart weeping, said l loved you but l lied... Lied to myself for loving you, lied to my gullible for needing you, yesterday's enamored kiss, l gave in my idealism and life into that kiss... Gave in my weaknesses and life... Gave in my unchallenged devotion... And l embedded my trust in you, and what did you give in Stranger? Nothing but pain and grief...”
