Why ask when I'll never live it?
Why reach out to figure
such emotion of a vigor?
Why confess when the betters can
and dissolve the whole delusion of a plan?
As the lines blur between "like" and "love",
we are kept wondering if the act was a bluff!
After all, what all good comes from love,
when in the end we are all heartbroken?
Losing our significant other to death,
engaging with them, their very last breath,
getting complacent, too comfortable then rejected,
not realising how this gets our life affected,
friendships lost, but at what cost?
Is this all a bonus token?
I am trying to keep my cool,
but taken for a fool!
The lines are blurring quick,
only short of a trick.
As I am wondering how my thick of a brick
got damaged by a swing of a stick,
inside, you already were,
and thought about what you did to her,
is it okay to trust, just a bit?
I won't go far much, just a glit.
I hoped it wasn't just my rosy tints,
but more than that, giving hints.
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