You see these lines.

You see these lines on our hands darling.
Some short,just like our happiness.
Some broken, just like our hearts.
Some long,just like our agony.
Some intersecting,just like our destines.

You see these lines on our hands darling.
They are the same ,yet unlike.
They join together when our hands meet,
But they left me of nowhere when your hand slipped from mine.

You see these lines on our hands darling.
We believed in those.
We believed in the belief that these lines are our forever.
We believed in those red vividly characterised lines to give us our joy.

But,you see these lines on our hands darling.
The layout changes of these with every passing day.
They no longer speak to me about our future.
They no longer join with the lines in your hands.
They no longer excite me about our fates.

You see these lines on our hands darling.
                               NO!
See the lines on your hands darling,they no longer meet mine!