Rusted Iron

Once I was a king loathed by my kingdom
I was a machine built from the toughest iron
Nothing could break through
I left my emotions to rust in the rain
And murdered them in the cold night
But I let my ego hold my strings
And now I can't even treat a human right
I went on to meet a soul on the other side of the town
She was a maniac for trusting me
And loving me and all my iron core
I didn't still believe in her tales
For love for me never existed and only failed
With every passing day
The rust on my emotion continued to grow
But she with all her might
Is still trying to make the iron shine bright
Hats off that lady!

- Nirmohi