Round and round
Your words whirl
As is your love
Sometimes in
And sometimes out
Of love
Why such a rigmarole
When you can either stay
Or go away
With your professed love
My scars are mine
I carry them with pride
For those define me
The whirlpool of emotions
The hurt will remain ingrained
Till I die
So leave
And recreate your harmony
Instead of faking it
In the name of love.
©LR
No comments:
Post a Comment