I travel cities with eager and hope ,
I leave home as if I won't get back ,
It's a beautiful pain ,the one that wakes a man out bed early.
In the mixture of emotions it comes ,
Like another episode.
Curious to explore and expect ,
This is when love is no more admired,
But felt like a curse.
On arrival no hurry to meet ,greet or call.
Above ignorance is disrespect but more of excuses,
It's the day I was aware ,it was no love
But a bluff
Do you speak of future we shall spend time together,and no hurry to spend time together?
What does future relate with now ?
Is one immature or just uninterested?
When love with words is just a lie and actions speaking differently is another heartbreak.