I felt like a drunken atheist
Standing in front of a mosque
A kite without a string
Lost, forgotten and hanged
From an electricity wire
Of an empty house
I felt like a poem
Misprinted all over the book
It wasn’t her fault
I fooled myself into it
I had an illusion of trust upon her
But love cannot be feigned by untrue heart
Friendship cannot be manufactured by words
Yet fooled by an untrue heart
Charmed by contrived words
I pledged myself to her friendship
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