Because of all this, I did grow.
I got out of my safe burrow .
I gotta know how this selfish world works
And how people fool you by their easy typical lurks.
I am not saying that this is how it's always done,
But there are only a few not none,
Who love you even in their thoughts,
Their love is like a line, continuous dots.
I have seen some heartbroken at the bar having non stop shots.
And some just lost in crowd of a thousand people and a lots.

Things change, situations too,
People too, most but few,
Remain the same ,
Constantly lame,
They often say sorry,
Sometimes even disrespecting their glory
But then it's always fine.
Till the time they respect their relationship even if it is for sake of a dime.
I did learn,
But I couldn't turn,
To my way back home.
From love's doomed dome,
Love is indeed a beautiful feeling,
When not reciprocated it starts killing.
Deep inside I keep yelling,
Not at others but at myself.
The devil inside rings the bell and I hear a knell.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:01 AM UTC
Because of all this, I did grow.
I got out of my safe burrow .
I gotta know how this selfish world works
And how people fool you by their easy typical lurks.
I am not saying that this is how it's always done,
But there are only a few not none,
Who love you even in their thoughts,
Their love is like a line, continuous dots.
I have seen some heartbroken at the bar having non stop shots.
And some just lost in crowd of a thousand people and a lots.

Things change, situations too,
People too, most but few,
Remain the same ,
Constantly lame,
They often say sorry,
Sometimes even disrespecting their glory
But then it's always fine.
Till the time they respect their relationship even if it is for sake of a dime.
I did learn,
But I couldn't turn,
To my way back home.
From love's doomed dome,
Love is indeed a beautiful feeling,
When not reciprocated it starts killing.
Deep inside I keep yelling,
Not at others but at myself.
The devil inside rings the bell and I hear a knell.
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