Seldom do they tell about it's pompous reaction
Why do you feel love is brightness and solace?
It contains prolific misery and screeching grimace
It weakens you under the walls of trust and faith
Of all the wonders that you should fear
Love's the most powerful and sweetest poison
This is what a broken soul has to hurl
Stop and stare before you dare to dive in this love sphere
For there's nothing in this world as perennial and perpetual; they're just damn words.
* Tears stream down the sallow skin when the attachment turns into hatred. Feelings turn into somber sentiments and questions rule over all your answers. It hurts when all your questions are unanswered and still life chooses to move on, stepping upon the splinters of your heart. There're wounds time cannot heal because the pain is just too real.