ROSE:
Love is a demon
I know it.
It has no body of it own,
So it crawls into the next available body.
Just when you host it without a price,
It tells the world of your imperfections
And make you feel incomplete if you don’t get someone to love you back.
We all are victims of love
That same demon that deceive you to think you deserve more than you can give yourself
And then ask you to seek refuge in the heart of another.
That same demon that makes you desire every sexy lady
Then gives you a life sentence with just one out of many.
Love weakens the heart,
Love breaks the heart
It puts a smile on your face, it takes it back at will
Haven’t you observed that sometimes you just can’t control yourself when you are in love
Isn’t that why they say we fall in love?
Like the fallen angels?
YOU ARE READING
The World Around Us
Poetryand in the tears of blood he cleansed the hand, the hand that held the steel; for only blood can wipe out blood and only tears can heal the pain of losing a loved one. This is the world around us.
