I know, its all sad and badly rhymed….and it was written a long ago and forgotten (dumped actually). Now that I read this, the innocence struck me more than the horrible rhyme… amuse yourself!
Love wasn’t about a bunch of lilies and a rose…
It was about being strong when you were morose…
It was okay sometimes if you didn’t say I love you,
It was about smiling, loving you every day anew…
Love was silly sometimes, drenched in the rain…
Its every moment was worth a life and yet in vain….
Love loved us both, added sparkle to our eyes…
I nodded seriously, never laughed at your lies…
It was still okay that you never sent me flowers..
I often left some roses in your bedside drawers…
I shed tears for silly reason, just because you cried…
If you smiled charmingly, there my heart beat died….
It’s okay if you fight, if you hurt me deep deep down…
But without telling me don’t you ever go out of town…
Love isn’t about being answerable, losing your freedom…
But you could accept me simply as a part of your kingdom….
For some reason spring is replaced with cold biting winters…
I think I have collected most of my hearts broken splinters…
Some pieces are missing in here; they are my last gift to you…
Patch up your heart with those, those pieces are true to you….
Anujna Writes 