I know that life is not a bed of roses
But what if life is not even a thorn of pieces!
When every time my love is rejected
The feelings inside me is getting complicated!
I am committed to this love by fate
And everything in detail I cannot narrate!
I am hiding in the dark shades of love
And I learnt to live like an injured dove!
The pain is so much that tears me inside
And I practiced how to keep it myself and hide!
I wish that soon death may come and greet
Cause I found that my love is just a defeat!
Ps: Imagery poem, no intention!