I thought love was wonderful,
But trust me, love is just painful.
You find the right one and you smile,
But if you find the wrong one, you just cry.
Slowly steadily you are poisoned in inches,
And gradually you break down in minute pieces.
You die a silent death engulfed in silent cries,
You lose the urge to go on burdened with shunned lies.
Dragging yourself you step ahead,
Only in search of the final ultimate.
Pangs of pain throb within,
Stinging every bit in you.
You try hard to forget but in vain,
You relieve the moments and lose again.
Cold as a stone you turn,
Only in search of the final ultimatum.