Hope is the last thing ever lost. Profound.
a beautiful
chaos
a pretty
mess
much like
love
and life
lipstick
mark
on her
teacup
brews
a permanent
mark
on my heart
the beauty
spot
on her deer
neck
makes
a blind
spot
accident-prone
glitters
in those big
eyes
mirror
the fire
in the
belly
a strong
mind sharp
enough
to give paper
cuts
gives up
only
to her big
heart
her
smiling
bye-byes
make me
sigh
for another
hi
gone girl
that sweet
scent
of you
still lingers
around
lost and
found
Written by: Rupesh Mandal