Be curious to know,
Throw your heart at an handsome devil
A man with slippery hands,
Who never holds on long to anything
See if he even tries to catch it,
Then see through your tear-filled soul
And count the pieces after the crash
You’ll have your answer.
After the tears,
We agreed to paint white flags on our foreheads,
To deny seduction & surrender romance –
But our souls are not fitted for such peace,
Lines cross, feelings ignite
We soon find ourselves back at war,
A heart to heart scuffle –
That we call Love.