Doubts creep and make their home,
The place where once love was,
They arrange themselves,
And sit down to chat,
Isn’t she thick in the head,
To wait for the tide to turn,
Is the most foolish thing they ever heard,
What she holds dear,
Is really a handful of sand,
Soothing at night,
In the day it burns her hand,
Faith can never court her,
Fate saw to that,
Love is a bastard,
Hurt, the ladies man,
Feelings, the whore who’s never too sure,
Is it love or hurt,
That pleases her most!
2 comments:
"Love is a bastard,
Hurt, the ladies man,
Feelings, the whore who’s never too sure,
"
You said it all ...
Awesomely put :)
Can relate to everything you've penned..
Hey Shruthi,
thank you so much...i think every women knows where it hurts :))
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