Once bitten, twice shy? Definitely not true for me
I always tend to make the same mistakes, The ones which are bound to bring me misery
These open arms are not meant to be, This foolish heart is not meant to care
No matter how much I play by the rules, This cruel world will never play me fair
Trust and faith are hollow words, They are good to talk about on a moonlit night
When two minds engage in aimless chatter,With fingers entwined in fingers of the other
But when it comes to living up to them,Those hands disappear like the morning dew does by afternoon
And these disappointments, these unfulfilled promises, These half-hearted expressions of superficial emotions,
These unsatisfied desires for genuine care have taken their toll on me,
Like my name, I have ended up like a garland of yellow roses
Paled by the agony, the anguish and the pain of waiting; Waiting for a day when I find love in the true sense of it
When love will not be what shall be demanded of me, But love is what shall unintentionally flow from my soul
When I shall not demand to be loved, But when I shall feel the love without having to give it a thought
When there wont be hollow promises and half-hearted emotions, But honest confessions and deeply felt commitment to care
Till then, I shall only dream of blooming like a blood red rose, Red with the color of love and passion
And continue living the life of a garland of yellow roses, Pale and waiting for time to fill its petals with emotions
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