He comes, she watches, trembling with love
Or is it fear?
He comes, he commands, she functions
The encoder here is love.
He commands, she hesitates
But barely questions before the reply is there
Splashed across her face like cold water and ice on a prisoner
She bows down to her fate
She is alone, she wonders
And smiles at the pathos of her love
The love which has been fed into her
The love she cannot escape
He cuts but does not care
She bears but does not bare
The world watches but does not act
Is this matrimonial love?
Of Chick Love and Nirvana…
6 years ago
1 comment:
nice nice.
btw, vat i said still holds true.
remove d beginning nd end, u'll get a new poem.
newayz, i like dat part " he cuts but does not care....bare".
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