I tattooed your name onto my arm your love into my mind And wanted you to sit close to me I tried to find myself in your eyes Holding you fast In my arms promised you that I would never let you down To be different from the world You became violin in the evil's hand You found my world useless and valueless Crowds surrounded to applaud you to praise you To consider yourself the best of all To caused me pain to make me regret to compel me apologize You kept changing As seven different colours of rainbow Now deflowered, useless and dry You say you gonna die When youβre already dead in my mind.
Diffent people have different view on love, *** and marriage. This poem is satire to those who look for a stick, when they are alone, in later part of their life.