Every moment,
She lies so cool,
Thinking of ‘Me'
An emotional fool.
She thinks, she wins,
Me avoid her sins.
Her mind and thoughts,
I like, it seems.
No morals of humanity,
Only self is the aim,
Though feels
Like a lovable
Unnecessarily she claims.
Endless accusations,
Endless dissatisfactions,
Resulting nothing,
But enormous Pains.
Dark clouds of smoke
Always ready to provoke
Her typical mind
To attack with new stroke.
Now feelings seem dead,
Empting my head
Nothing looks bright
Only tears
To shed.
Waiting for the hopes
Still we have
All the scopes
If she likes to grind
And tides the ropes.
I always advise
To have the faith
Lest
She should face
A little Death
In this race.