I have been bitten too many times, now I am immune to your poison,
To leave and never come back, now I have all the reason.
Few words, few looks we exchanged
An unloved soul mistook them for love that never existed.
Fake promises and flattering words my eyes did observe,
But to a lonely man in a lethal world, it felt as love.
Every flower in a tree doesn't give a fruit,
And our love was never meant to bloom.
To escape solitude and for longing love,
I traveled this far now I go back with memories filled with scars.
For a love that only existed in my mind,
To escape these illusions, true love I shall try to find.
Just like the night sky slowly turns into a brighter day,
In my life, it turned into a darker night and stayed like that forever.
To live a life in silence or
To live a life with scars,
I don’t know either I chose-joy is something I will never know.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC
I have been bitten too many times, now I am immune to your poison,
To leave and never come back, now I have all the reason.
Few words, few looks we exchanged
An unloved soul mistook them for love that never existed.
Fake promises and flattering words my eyes did observe,
But to a lonely man in a lethal world, it felt as love.
Every flower in a tree doesn't give a fruit,
And our love was never meant to bloom.
To escape solitude and for longing love,
I traveled this far now I go back with memories filled with scars.
For a love that only existed in my mind,
To escape these illusions, true love I shall try to find.
Just like the night sky slowly turns into a brighter day,
In my life, it turned into a darker night and stayed like that forever.
To live a life in silence or
To live a life with scars,
I don’t know either I chose-joy is something I will never know.
The poet was never in love, he mistook the kindness for love. Confined to his solitude and sufferings. In the end its not the betrayal that comes from the lover but of his own thoughts.......
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