The heartless's heart

The lover

Go and buy her a present,she is sad,the man sitting across the drunk man said..

And the man drinking still continued..

She would manage,it is no big deal,he said and continued drinking..

The man on the other side sitting was about to go crazy,the gun in his pant was about to sing,the song of death..

You brat,you said you would love her,you cried in desperate pleas for her and told her words..

And now,when she is alone,breaking,you sit and work?

But he just got up and left,because he knew,if he harms her boy toy,

Then again she would come knocking his doors with a sword,laced with poison of hatred..

May be he should kill that boy,so that atleast she would come to him,with a sword and kill him again..

Was it not what he is..

But he walked out,towards that workshop,to work for nights..

And putting the flowers and gifts in the hand of her boyfriend, turned away..

Again lost in work..

Because he is the lover..

Who cannot demand love..