Whose love is true?
The one who got it soon,
Or the one who let it blew?
Just for the smile of her moon.
Sometimes it goes so bad.
The one we love suffocates,
From our love,that's sad,
And then its better we let ours deflate.
Sometimes,not so often,thank God!
This happens and one drown.
And not all does come out to be awed.
Often, it's a silence that pull us down.
How mighty,the sacrifice,
To never say your heart out.
People call it cowardice,
But know, its strength that prevents to kiss their pout.
Not, the fact that you may not get,
Not even the fear of embarrassment.
But the fact he may get hurt,
Maybe even the judgement.
And at the end the question is asked,
Who loves him more, me or her;
She stole ,she won ,she rejoiced'
I hid,I lost and she took him away to her.
He makes her happy,but does she?
No, That is still my duty and it always was.
Flowers for her, Bad words for me,
Still it would do as long as he smiles.
She got her want, I lost it,
People awe their love ,but mine is more, isn't it?
And why people ask me ,why don't you yell,
The matters of heart,his smile,I tell,
No longer is it just my ways, its also her stay.
I can't see his frown and my heart will make him down,
I will always love him, if not for him, who to, my gown?
At the end of the say,I am just the girl, who let it go for love.
And is it so that only fighting is love?then I am sorry ,I guess I never loved!
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Quote:
"We accept the love we think we deserve." -Stephen Chbosky. The Perks of Being A Wall Flower.
Written in question of the truth behind my love.
~Chaahat
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