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