Another story

I have told you once ,
I will say it twice .
Another version of our story,
Than what meets your eyes.

More pain than you could ever imagine ,
Lesser smiles than cries.
Wounds deeper then what we have now,
Where nothing will remain as time flies.

I have reminded you earlier,
Now, will repeat it thrice,
It will not stop at death even,
Where the world crumbled and hope dies.

But this is not how I wrote of us,
Then you flipped the coin, in love's disguise.
Few drops of tears, some fading smiles,
Some unspoken words, more blood and lies.