I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.
Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.
I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.
She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.
That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.
Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.
I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.
I am not for you.
I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.
For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.
Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.
I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.
She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.
That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.
Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.
I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.
I am not for you.
I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.
For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.
