Love like such can be spiteful.
When it twist the joints
In your very bones
And molds them into one
Plunges right into your rib cage
And pierces your heart out.
Spitting on your face
Calling it a sweet revenge

Backspace.

Love like such is a deception.
Never did it give any right
To any lover to deceive
And commit ******
And say evil is justice.

‘I love you’

If only you knew what it meant.

Backspace.

I type these endless rambles
From one comma to another
My thoughts ponder
And travel to a faraway land
Where stardust becomes my muse
And I wonder if love on its own means justice
If love didn't need dozen of lawyers
To justify its worth

‘I love you’

Simply means infinite.
With countless possibilities
With narrow escape from lies
And one step closer to loyalty

Backspace.

Love is you and me.
The moment I say, ‘I’ – I pause and give myself to you,
Then I whisper, ‘Love’ and place my life in it
Then finally, all of it comes to ‘YOU’

Backspace.

And hope is all that is ever left.