Your love is to me
Like the heavy rainfall on a vulnarable homeless wanderer
Who holds no option than to be beaten helter skelter by the violent rain
Your love is to me like some daily suicide pills
Your love is to me like some cocaine addiction
Your love is to me like some destined path of pain
But My tears for it, cannot be seen
Only felt deep down the rubble that was once a heart for me
But i still believe in the Good day
When the clouds will wash for me to see the real beautiful sky
When the sun will rise
The blood flushed
Rehabilitated
And a new rout emerge
Yet! Whichever way it goes
The damage has been done
And even if remedied
The scars will forever glow
Your love is to me an ordained story of pain not to be told...
