Sruthakirti Writes

 She poured the Red Rum into the tall glass, Sat on the Red Velvet Couch, Drank the Red Rum slowly, The door jolted open, She didn't budge, Laughter and voices filled the house, Replaced the dead silence, The room door opened, He was shocked and the woman in his hands too, So you are the one he said, Yes, Came the reply, She had this cold look in her eyes, Her hair undone, Red bloody lips, Why he asked, His legs were trembling, Sweat at 7 degrees, Scared eyes, That is the question I should ask said she, She slowly raised from the couch, Her nails long and beautiful, They call me a psychopath why she asked, You kill people, Came his reply, Wrong I kill men who deserve it, She took her gun and,' Shot them both, And wrote on the wall, Red Rum last one down ~SRUTHAKIRTI.M

She,  The one who was always with me, She had hair till her shoulders,  She had instagram in her hand,  She was sofisticated as always,  From the time I remember,  She stayed with me,  Through thick and thin,  I wish to say,  But we have never gone through hard times, But she was with me,  When I was being lazy,  Lonely,  Happy,  Energetic. I still remember the day,  We spent a night together,  Choosing which dress to wear,  Sitting in the same table,  And the night I said, I'm not like any other girl,  She cracked up and called me wattpad,  When everyone became distant last year,  We became close as ever. Can you guess who she is? She is the one to whom, I have ever lent my shoulders, And I can proudly say that,  She is mine and, I love her to the maximum I can, The only one I trust,  The only one true to me. ~SRUTHAKIRTI.M