Let me tell you my secret—
Let me voice out the cry of my heart–
Let me tell you one thing you never knew
Let me undress my fears before you today
You may think I have no heart because I've got no emotions to show
You loved me in my ignorance but I looked upon your head with dismay an kicked my emotions into the bin
I thought love and I were enemies —
Fiends instead of friends so regardless of your beauty,
I was blinded by doom
Your heart was pure, more than honey for it dropped down my soul as dew
Still I couldn't see because it was dense
Now I've come to realize
I've come to stand on the same line with you
I've come to a point where my heart beat synchronizes with yours whenever your portraits pop up
I've come to understand that love is but a beautiful fairy—
A humble servant but a bad master.
Now perhaps let me ask you one thing —
Do you still feel for me or you've emptied your bowels of emotions into another man's soul?
Do you still feel those mechanics within your veins when you hear my voice or your veins are eased of such burden?
Love is but an emotion but opportunity is but a choice
Now sorry for not reciprocating the love
I'm sorry for not jumping into your buss
Sorry for not decoding the codes behind those looks
Sorry for not opening up my heart for you to drink to the satisfaction of your soul–
Now I'm thirsty for the very Coca-Cola I rejected
Now I see the fantastic side of love and if you will give me the second chance, let's hop in and I promise you a smooth drive for there are no more potholes
*Joe Scribbler *
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