I let it out to him, The truth about my heart,
Dunno Why I ever do all these ?
Dunno how we can ever be the same now!?
But I hope high, that I no longer sigh!
But then facts, they never let me ease,
It's gonna be hard, I had to hit it bad!
Its no longer a secret, he knows my pace,
My ways, all of me, but still loathe me.
Am I that bad, not worth that lad, but loathe?
I never learn, despite of what I earn,
Just regrets- Things said, things not said :
Things that need to be- All regrets!!
Slightest chance of second glance, I assassinate.
Just made it hard, for both of us and that's sad.
A word unspoken, that is now spoken.
Killed the joy I plead, all my dreams bleed.
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"The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space. "- Marilyn Monroe.
Written by my wonderful heart that works despite of all the shots people take at it.
~Chaahat
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