How wierd life turns out to be , when you have a broken heart,
When the one you love, you want to hate the most,
When the face that used to lit up your brazen life,
You are trying to unremember at any cost!
When cupid strikes it sees no reason,
When we fall in the abyss of love, there are no pains,
It only hurts when blindness is treated,
And we find ouselves bound in shakles and chains!
The heart was so naive when it was bound by a spell,
The love as we call it had made it insane,
No questions were asked, no answers were given,
For the fate as it was , was known to be barren!
If it were to be unsuccessful, love is a bed of thorns,
You tremble like a fish,you bleed like a slaughtered lamb,
It pokes you, it pinches you, its a cancer in the heart,
Oh Lord! Why love has to happen at all!
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